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Sans Passion

I dream every night,

same dream with delight,

waiting to get it right

in my waking hours.

Trace his figure with my finger tips,

lingering as I go down,

pull him next me,

feel him next to me.

In dreams so real

desire fulfilled,

but in waking hours

time alone passes sans passion.

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