You come to me again. Happy to see you I run to your arms. Strongly you hold me as our words wash over each other. Sending each to the pinnacles of our pleasures and desires. We complete each other, it is sublime, as fantasy and reality collide. You leave me again without a word of goodbye. You see me daily with no acknowlegement or smile. With a tear in my heart, I'm in doubt again, is it really perfection as it seems. I know what I think it really means.
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