in my dream
i'm sitting on a hallstand
calling you in the dark
to say: guess what?
(actually i say: you can have two guesses. no, one.)
but it shifted
and was my own dream not someone else's
which wasn't london at all
but that tiny place in new york
at the back of nowhere
where i was
working for a cause i knew was firey right
and for people i believed in
it woke me up - my heart
it was my beating so hard
that i was sure you could hear it too
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