I had another dream

last night with you in it.

We didn't do much, but

you held my hand. 

We had our adventures in

my mind, and yet we

don't do much outside them.

When we smile and

wiggle our eyebrows at each other,

I can only hope it means

what my dreams tell me. 

Honestly, we don't talk much

but I feel I've known you forever. 

Cliche, I know.

Much like my dreams with you. 

The End

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