Nightmare of sorts
It was a nightmare of sorts
I'd reach for him and he'd drift away from me
like a feather in the breeze
i'd lose him like i would often lose sleep
searching for the familiar warmth of his skin in my dreams
the soft safety of body heat
I'd reach for him and he'd drift away from me
like a feather in the breeze
i'd lose him like i would often lose sleep
searching for the familiar warmth of his skin in my dreams
the soft safety of body heat
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