Can you sense me? Can you feel my thoughts? As I think of the past, I can’t help but wonder. Is this a lie, an illusion? And I hold back. All this for fear. Fear of betrayal, of pain. And I tremble But as you hold me close. I no longer shake. Your touch takes the fear from me. You speak softly to me And your words are a solace. As I drift off, To the sweet realm of dreams As I lie close to you, I think this is real… I know this is real.
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