I dreamt of you, and woke up in a tangle of confused sheets. I’ve pushed thoughts of you to the furthest regions of my mind, but my subconscious feels that it’s alright to pull from every corner. The dream was so full of you, so full of your mannerisms.
I just wish I didn’t have to dream of you, because I know you’re not dreaming of me.
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