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A Reverie Unspoken

i could feel your touch even though you are miles away lost in the thoughts of you and suddenly it’s 4 in the morning “cigarettes smoke and my black jacket hold, holds your aroma and our clothes on the floor” hysterical of me to be this close i opened my eyes and it’s 12 on the clock it was a dream, a reverie never to be disclosed of who it is about but one reader will know for sure

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