Friday, August 25, 2017


Knowing you shouldn't exist.
There's no you for me,

I snored in my dreams.
But you kept coming to me,
Me homely beyond belief.

There was the dream where you were
A force only, without form,
The dream when I touched your back,
The dream of dark hair.

If you're only what I think,
You're not who I think you are.
You are the who who needs me,
The me who you aren't.

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