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Her


The daydreams I spin in my head are unreal

At any given moment

The colors blur together

And all I feel is my hands on your body

As we dance to music that amplifies our longing

Breathless

Aching

But I know this is an illusion

You don’t want girls

And the only girl I want is you

 

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