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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2326461
A little poem I made in a cloudy morning of August.
I had this dream
Last night,
Quite bizarre.

You hugged me.
Into your arms.

With my hands
I felt your skin,
And the sharp traces
Of your jaw.

I can't remember what you were wearing.
I can't remember what I was wearing.

But the brief moment
Felt so real.
So warm and tender,
Like I was finally alive.

I felt so happy,
More happy than I've
Ever been in life.

I woke up,
feeling like something
or someone
was taken from my life.
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