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Daydream
She's not real, yet, she feels as such
Fragmented memories
Of a past that didn't exist
Clouding up my brain
I could feel it,
Every touch, Every sensation
Painting a vivid scenery,
The scent of fresh cherries
Filling my nostrils,
Reminding of her,
The red tinge of her lips,
Her figure follows me in my slumber
Thinking of someone,
Who was never there,
Never once,
Never will be
© Wyv3rn
Fragmented memories
Of a past that didn't exist
Clouding up my brain
I could feel it,
Every touch, Every sensation
Painting a vivid scenery,
The scent of fresh cherries
Filling my nostrils,
Reminding of her,
The red tinge of her lips,
Her figure follows me in my slumber
Thinking of someone,
Who was never there,
Never once,
Never will be
© Wyv3rn
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