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Dreaming for Some Reason.

I dreamt of him  
I dreamt of you
Now
It's been three
 
A rarity  
 
But lately
They are almost expected
And so  
I cannot sleep
 
Last time I swear I felt your skin
So soft
Cupped in between my hands
 
Before  
You laid out of reach
All I could do
Was watch you sleep  
 
And the first
The first dream he was crying
Asking why
And how many times
How many people
And I cared not enough
To answer.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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Author's Note
I DONT DREAM. I did as a child and a little in my teens. I quit my job a week ago and drove my ass home and ever since then, I've had three dreams in double that amount in days. I'm finally chilling out in life cause, idk I'm growing tf up in a sense, but these dreams don't reflect anything I'm even thinking about. Or at least reflect nothing I've found worth pondering in my waking days. I don't like not being able to control my brain -_-
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