Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
Are our palms intact? Can you feel my greed
Impatience... time is not as friendly as lost lovers mating...


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