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Jan 2014
But in my dreams you are always,
present,
softly stroking my hair,
while I dive into your bussom.
While I drown between your arms.

In my dreams,
you hold my heart close to yours,
and we exchange the fire.
We both turn ourselves to ashes.
Burn down, together, till nothing is left.

In my dreams.
I forget you when awake.
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