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Dream Man

She has no words to describe
The way he makes her feel
She can’t begin to imagine
If he touched her, how it’d feel.

Vision of his likeness
At night, inside her dreams
But at the dawning of wakefulness
His memory’s just a gleam.

It’s the closest she can get to him
A knowledge she must bear.
Only in the world of her subconscious
Can she show him how she cares.

A one-sided connection,
She uses him as her muse.
But he’s unaware of her existence
So he’s not really hers to loose.

She holds a tiny hope inside,
Never sharing it with others,
Of a secret love affair,
That she might have with her dream lover.

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