cloud my mind with mock addictions
cage me in,
i’ve become a dreamer;
adore the explicit photos of you.
no such haven,
‘till the picture ‘comes a little clearer;
i’ve become a dreamer because of you.
feigning innocence,
(you) said you idolize your mirror;
laid-back dirty talks with you.
skin is glistening,
the illusion’s never been realer;
i’ve suffered a “dreamer” because of you.
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