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You were a dream in my head

That came to life

You showed me things and never shielded my eyes

You took my hands and painted them your favorite color

A vibrant red to match your eyes

You never hid me away

Or tied me down

You held your knife to my throat

And told me "I'm not afraid"

When you hugged me

You did it to show me

Pressure can be shown in different ways

Love wasn't a dream with you

Your love was tangible and vain

It wasn't conjured to please

It wasn't molded to be seen as anything
other than reality.

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