My (Imaginary) Life With You
In My Head, You Are
Lying In My Bed With Me,
On My Skin And On My Hair,
Valuing Everything I Let You Touch.
Everything You Do Is For Me;
You Cannot Keep Yourself Off Me.
On Something I Must Call Reality, However,
Under My Pillow, I Cry As I Lie Alone
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