only in my dreams

another morning, mourning yourself
hidden in the sheets of my thoughts
like a chameleon to invent others
lovely future for us, zigzagging and
alerted by every message appeared
on your screen, with nothing from me

another day for me with you as usually
only in my dreams, — pretending happy
hanging out with a lovely tea of jasmine
in a metaphysical fiction, suggestively
anticipating you'll know who knows you
absorbs you setting you to take the hit


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