My dreams feel like the warmth of our entangled thoughts.
My dreams look like your wild abandon.
My dreams taste like raindrops on your skin.
My dreams sound like the beat of your heart
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My dreams with you my proudest sin.
My dreams repeat each moment of the day
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Play on.
~Divine Chaos
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