Love

Watching time on my wall, lights low, as the music flows over me. In dreams I find you, the future so clear, the one I will someday love. I can hear the rhythm, it moves me, but the words drift away. The words drift away.


I imagine you though I have never met you. I imagine our lives. What will it be like to be in love?

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