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I love the way she sleeps And I can tell when she dreams I wonder what she dreams about Does she dream of Paris and Rose? Does she dream of movie nights in her favorite hoodie? Does she ever dream of me? Or Does she dream of other things? Does she dream of other guys? Does she dream of better than me? Does she dream of freedom? Because she feels tied down to me? Does she dream I'm not good enough for her? As I've long suspected to be true Does she dream of leaving me? Does she dream of cheap hookups and thrills? She told me I was crazy, she didn't dream of abandoning me But she did.
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Her Dream My Nightmare
I love the way she sleeps And I can tell when she dreams I wonder what she dreams about Does she dream of Paris and Rose? Does she dream of movie nights in her favorite hoodie? Does she ever dream of me? Or Does she dream of other things? Does she dream of other guys? Does she dream of better than me? Does she dream of freedom? Because she feels tied down to me? Does she dream I'm not good enough for her? As I've long suspected to be true Does she dream of leaving me? Does she dream of cheap hookups and thrills? She told me I was crazy, she didn't dream of abandoning me But she did.
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oddmanout
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oddmanout
24/M/Colorado, USA
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
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