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I woke.
I remember part of what happened.
The other parts are too blurred
Was he real?
Was he here?
When something manipulates your dreams you inhabit a sort of behavior unlike your own.
He made me see him
Every waking moment i needed to feel him. Breath him.
He made me hunger for him in such a way i almost always gave in.
One sweeping hand at the side of my face brushing lower to my neck
Where he snaps it. And brings me back to do it all over again.
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