Yes I had another one of those dreams...
Where she is with me again,
Minus complications.
It's a tease, not of prick,
But of thorny heart.
Yet blood flows to each
Without reservation.

Love: The two-way street.
The exise tax is high,
And to travel is to die.
But in this vision,
All tires are spared,
And no one meets their demise.

Ah... Beauty, touch and whisper...
Now I see why I'm plagued.
My head is down, you're right here,
And my bed's been made.
I'll lose you again when I wake,
But for now I'll indulge in the fake.

-Murmers in sleep -
-Sweet nothings are just that-
-Thin smiles sustain-
-As one self says to another,-
-"Don't blame me, he knows no better."-
-And 'tis agreed in sycronized wonder-

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