She kept her dreams in a jar on a nightstand.
Locked away, hidden from the light.
Before sleep overtook her, she would gently caress it.
Sweetly humming as her hands explored the familiar shape.
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nice sharing experience of a one night stand POETESS have u ever read any of my poetry since
Thank you for reading this but I think you might need to re read it as it is not concerning a 'one night stand' but rather the dreams held in a jar on a bedside table