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I dreamt about you the entire night.

I could gladly not take you to bed with me anymore, but my last thoughts at night are about you, of you.

How I wish you would leave that nest you weaved at the back of my head.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.

Seems like all I blow away are wrinkled dandelions..

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