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May 2016
It looks like a nightmare
It hurts like reality
There he is, the ghost of him
Running his soft hands over your skin
Whispering endearments in your ear
Lovely promises he never got to keep
There's nowhere else for you to be but here
Even if nothing is ever as it seems
He was gone, he is gone
But he's here in your dreams
Alex's Pipe Dreams
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Alex's Pipe Dreams  25/Cisgender Female/Portugal
(25/Cisgender Female/Portugal)   
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