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The Validity of Parasocial Relationships and Other Sources of Happiness
You holding hands with my loneliness
Your place
The thief in my bed
The beggar in my dreams
Nothing sweet will ever belong to me
I'm at odds with the life I'm permanently renting
But you
I'll let you steal my pain, paint my face with a skin numbing smile
Losing track of time
Devotedly logged in to your stratosphere
Eyes longing to close held open by the promise of this pleasure, the feeling of you running through my mind
A love so divinely pure
Our hands will only meet through the screen
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Kelly Hawkins
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