I find myself to become a dreamer (again.) Not the ordinary, but not the extraordinary. I long to be in a world of false hope, my inner most desires succumbing. I want to breathe your air, taste the words that flow from your lips to my ears. I wish to feel your fears, your inner most secrets- your desires. I covet to sense you, all of you (again.)
I'm iterating and reiterating (again.)
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