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Dreaming

I stopped dreaming
I can’t even remember what my last dream was about
I bet it was about you and me
Or about us
Or about what I think we are
Well, what I want us to be
But now sleep is just blackness
And hours pass, and I’m unaware
I get to escape hours of torturous waiting
For you to call
For you to reach out
For me to move on
To stop breathing



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