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Anonymous
In my dreams When I relax We stand side-to-side Or back-to-back Your hand is close Close to Mine I want to reach Let our fingers intertwine Oh no, going cold Dead and undead by the time The birds hit their first note
Oh no, it’s so Hard to say “love” when My world is overgrown
In my dreams You’re looking back I hide my eyes Won’t fantasize How you’d react
I think I like you I think I’m scared I see pieces of you In paintings everywhere Can’t really write poems I’ll stick to prose
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