Re-union

Reading a shitton of romance novels thinking about the perfect you.

(Why can’t you be real?)

And all I want right now is (restrestrest)

– you here by my side.

Who are you?

Do I know you?

I dream of your (face) and you look like

 

nothing

 

all my dreams are spun in stardust and you are nothing

but

a

fragment

of

 

time.

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