my dreams last night were too wonderful. they were unfair.
funny how the ones you'd think i'd dream of.
are the ones that never infiltrate my sleep.
and the ones i do dream of.
are ones i know i shouldn't.
but even in sleep. just like in waking.
i remain kissless.
only hands held, lingering embraces
only promises, potentials.i wake knowing
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