daydream.

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He's standing there,
playing with my hair,
Laughing and smiling,
Life seems fair,

'I'll never choose another,
He whispers, handing me flowers,
He leans in for a kiss,
I'm weak for his power,

But I never got those flowers,
Or the kiss I would've missed,
I was just stuck in a daydream,
that caused me to wish,

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