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Maybe it was just a dream, a fantasy. 
A dream so sweet I could tang its scent. 
A fantasy roughly you and I on top of the world.
A dream so flawless nothing can relate. 
A dream so splendid I could perish for.

I doubt it was a dream for it felt so real, the after effects aches like a death.
It was not a dream when you and I were in love and the entire world was on a stand still.
It was not a dream when I felt my heart inside your chest. 
When you took a breath it was for the two of us.
I did not need to breathe or hurt as you already did that for me.  
You knew my every thought and at times you thought for me. 
Your touch was the cure that mended every little pain in the native me.
Your voice, your voice was music to my ears that I listened to every second without a pause.
When we were together my heart didn’t take a beat, it just made those sounds.
I was so high in love rehab was not an option.

Do you remember?
Remember once our figures stirred to the Spanish quitter, you inside me dancing tango, the bed was our dance hall. 
Walls observed in silence as they never seen such beauty, applause we performed the greatest show on earth.
Greatest show they will not once forget.
Tell me I was fantasizing when my figure became your sanctuary that you worshiped and suckle your soul with. 
Was I fantasizing when you fleece your heart out for me?
I was the only thing that made sense when none made sense. 
I twirled like a jezebel but you merely saw an angel. 


I doubt I was fantasizing when my dreams became our dreams, when my eyes became our eyes, when my heart became our heart.
Maybe it was just a fantasy however nothing ever stroked so real. 
The fantasy I lived for a second and grieved for a life time. 

The fantasy I desire never arose as it takes my gasp away and the thought of pending back to life to live its effects is tormenting.
For a moment I recollect it was not a fantasy. 
It’s the reality that you and I shared yet battle to overlook. 
It’s the reality that makes me wonder is there genuineness? 
Is there such a thing as a dream, because to me these things are different yet the same.
The cave this reality left in my heart can gulp the entire state and however, however all you say is words I didn’t know occurred in your jargon. 
Verses that shake my humility as I understand maybe it was just a fantasy but I was alone in it. 
I realize you never part of this dream; you just stroll along with the visionary.
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