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Not A Fantasy✨
You on my chest,
Like a baby seeking refuge,
Holding on to my hands,
Trusting me to keep your warm,
You preferred my embrace to a sweater,
I'm not deserving of such trust.

You and me,
In a small room,
The music slowly playing,
I questioned myself,
"What if I fail to save her from the cold,”
I'm troubled,
I'm not deserving of such a responsibility.

Just as the music ended,
You scratched your head,
The room is now hot,
You woke up and let out a yawn
With a smile you said,
"I knew you won't let me down,
I'm warm because of you,
I'm not deserving of such love."

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