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How I yearn his tender body upon my flesh,
But he's in my head - not real,
He sits as he beacons me with his eyes,
He's in my head - fated to be alone,
He gets up as a slow song plays,
Not real - WAKE UP!
As we dance he softly kissed me,
Not real - but it feels so real. . .
------ **FORSAKEN_6URL**
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