Snuggles

Real world is mine
Fantasy is not my kind
and why should it
i have no reason,
so to say,
for you are for real


You are real,
my love
you are real
Yes, real
tangible
breathable
embodied
and
always
conspicuous.





Poetry by Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-06 at 11:18

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