I wonder how I kissed a dream,
Who knows what that could even mean?
You felt so close, you were miles away,
You were like a ghost, I wanted you to stay.
I wonder how I kissed a ghost,
It felt so real, more real than most.
That night with your eerie presence...
Your blurry lips, I tasted your essence.
Were you sweet? Were you sour?
I don't recall, yet the taste lasted for hours.
I'm clinging to the way you feel.
Dream or ghost? Either way, you're not real.
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