Reality
The only dreams I remember
are the ones where we're together.
laughter
soft smiles
skin on skin
loose lips
clashing teeth
twisting tongues
hand in hand
I always wake up happy,
but it's not real;
we aren't real;
dreams aren't real;
my happiness isn't real.
I don't sleep anymore.
I don't dream anymore.
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