sitting on the edge of the bed
coming down out of a lucid dream.
replay it over in my mind
my fingers tightly grip the sheets.
remembering the way she looked.
her touch her scent and her feel.
i hear a whisper in my brains center
she calls me back to the pillow
wants to finish what we started
i fear closing my eyes again
and becoming brokenhearted
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