in my dreams, you laid in my arms.
our bodies are touching skin to skin,
my hands running through your hair.
i fall in love with the way you fall asleep,
so vulnerable and beautiful,
and yet so unaware.
but in reality, you are too far to reach.
our bodies are like two parallel lines,
that wont cross paths to meet.
but you're all that's running through my mind,
both in my daydreams and my sleep.
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