You were in my dream, the protagonist.
No face to admire, no body either, simply an indescribable feeling that I long to capture. Do you really exist?
You captured an essence so potent, so raw… so familiar.
As right as everything felt, I couldn’t help but feel risqué. Could this love heal me? Could my heart heal yours?
Are you of this realm? Are you even a you?
There were characters and settings, all people and places I recognized and knew.
But you were just so… intangible.
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About the Creator
BrettNotGreg
-Thirty-something enigma with a wide spectrum of interests.
-Heavily anchored in poetry.
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