in my dream you are hovering over me...
our faces so painfully close
I can taste your ruby redness
lips so soft the angels cry
ethereal in form, real in thought
so close to beauty's potential
in my weakened state
my cloudy lucidity
advantage is yours
you give what you take
in a symbiotic waltz
as you pull away...slowly
your face begins to fade
faint and almost forgotten
I wake and think of your ghost
and I smile
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