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Raw skin

Soft touch

Your lips hide the love

That I bring to you

That I want

To give

To you



You run

Your hands

Through my hair

I watch my arms

Flow with the love

That you have given unto me



Tonight I watch

Tomorrow I will cry

It's just too real to me

But it's only a fucked up dream



The marks still show

The love still flows

But it's all just a dream

So how can this be



This love can't be real

This love must be real

If not why can I

Feel, taste, see, and smell it all so clearly