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Oct 2016
So I fell asleep with you beside me.

We were walking through the empty streets,
streetlights flickering,
cars passing by.

Your hand into mine,
fitting perfectly,
keeping it warm.

Making bad jokes,
having real talks,
we never run out of words.

But then I woke up,
with you still beside me.
Am I awake?
Or am I still dreaming?
Being in love is rather staying awake than sleeping. Because when you're awake, your dream could be laying beside you.
Simone
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Simone  22/Cisgender Female/The Netherlands
(22/Cisgender Female/The Netherlands)   
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