if this is an illusion
and all of the kisses were mist
and all of the hugs were just a pillow
and if you didnt really existi would never wake up
from this utmost comforting dream i own
in my heart .
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
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if this is an illusion
and all of the kisses were mist
and all of the hugs were just a pillow
and if you didnt really existi would never wake up
from this utmost comforting dream i own
in my heart .