I can't make the rhyme or reason of it. but you remain immutably special. Even if it's immaterial I wake up every morning and wonder at the joy of it. Is it possible to have everything you're supposed to embrace just be the dream that leads up to our unreality? Are we the lucky ones? When my lips open, and your name peals out....It's like a dream. It's like a dream. Our own home brewed dream. I want to embrace this as us.
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