my dreams mock at me.
when everything fades away each night,
they come to me.
ever taunting,
ever haunting.
in a place where my conscious mind holds no seat,
they show me everything i want to see,
the whispers of the things i long to hear,
brushing me with the feelings i ache to feel.
my dreams mock at me with a vengeance,
for tainting the purity of love.
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