Beaten By Reality
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Crimson Love
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Last night I dreamt of you,
I wake with this feeling of Euneirophrenia,
I wipe the beautiful tears of happiness,
From my eyes,
I remember every touch within this dream,
I felt it as if it was real,
but sadly your fingers were that of nothing,
Reality slaps me harder than love ever could,
Now these tears are crimson,
perhaps I'll dream about once more,
to only be slapped and beaten by reality.
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