Sweet Dreams
Missing you
Never before
Never ever knowing
you
Smelling
Inhaling your soul
Am I just a
blueberry
Cherry or a grape
Growing fat and
round
Circling
Flying like sweet
bees
Tasting you now
Singing
Buzzing
Stinging
Because
I’ll see you soon
Or someday
Or perhaps tonight
Upon falling asleep
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