I would rather dream of that which I can not have
Than hold it plausible and true in my hand
For Having and wanting are such different worlds
One is full of star falls and desire
The other is brutal and disappointing and cruel
So from a distance I dream of you, of we
We make amazing lovers, and our adventures are true
Whispers of sweet nothings, under the neon sunsets
Together we face the clementine fallacies flawlessly
Fade to dust in my journal alone do we.
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