i dreamt that i held your hand last night
although, it's my fault for dreaming with you
for i went to sleep thinking of you
obsessing over every word you've ever said to me
written
obsessing over every word you've never said
and the ones you will never say
my palm tingles
like it actually happened
it still feels the sensation of your wonderful hand intertwining with mine
but it was just a dream
just like everything about you
it's all a dream to me
and i will have to convince myself that you are not real
because you, to me, are not real
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