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Morning came and you disappeared.

You're not beside me anymore.

But I felt your arms around me,

and felt your lips on my skin.

It seemed so real.

I can't see your face anymore.

You're lost so deep in the fog of my clouded memory.

I can't remember much, but I remember you.

It may be all I have left.

Those faded memories of you,

replaying in my head, in the dark of the night.

Dreams may be all I have left in my life.

Imagination fuels the fire that burns while I sleep.

My mind sees, what my heart wants,

as I lay here peacefully.

Silently longing for you.

Praying for your touch.

It may not be real,

but the few minutes of bliss is worth it.

And though I'm tortured through daylight.

Though I'm pained in reality.

When darkness calls, and I fall under the spell of the stars.

I smile, knowing I'll dream of you.