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You planted an idea inside my mind

With the stroke of the back of your hand-

Against mine,

With the way in which your pale eyes-

Quietly met mine

You planted a thought,

 deep inside.

The notion that you were the breath-

That I breathe

That you were the very sun

moon and earth to me.

I locked away a totum-

Spinning beneith me,

I chose to forget a truth I knew-

That you could never love me.

So I became burried in a dream-

 within a dream

I once had a concept but let go

Of What was real.

I couldn’t break free from the

pain I would feel-

I became lost,

 In something I couldn’t see...