Snuggles
Real world is mineFantasy is not my kind
and why should it
i have no reason,
so to say,
for you are for real
You are real,
my love
you are real
Yes, real
tangible
breathable
embodied
and
always
conspicuous.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2018-07-06 at 11:18
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