I saw you today well not you he was some random guy I passed on the street but I saw your eyes when I looked at him only to realize it was my imagination. I saw you last night in my bedroom you kissed my lips, I realized that was just a ghost of you my mind created. You slept next to me last night, it was just like you never left I could feel you warmth. Then all of a sudden my alarm went off, my imagination woke up I didn't get a second of actual sleep last night cause of the ghost of you.

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