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  Feathers never seemed erotic

          before one fell between the sheets.

        Your breath sent it spiraling towards my face,

                and I knew if that moment wasn't real,

I would have gladly made it up.



      But friends don't sleep in the same bed,

        and you could kick me one more time

    just to be sure it hurt

        (a little more than the time before).



  I'm not sure which is worse,

dreaming about you,

        or watching you dream

              of someone else.



    I can't fill your empty spaces,

  (and that must be the reason

        why everyone says I look happier),

    but I know what I could give you.

Not today, of course.

          Today

        I'm just your friend.