all good in the neighborhood.
sometimes, like tonight, I question if you are real.
maybe you're just an illusion of a memory of a dream I had once?
then I remember how you look at me that way you do right before you are about to kiss me. you look as scared as you look happy and I know that not even I, with my great imagination, can come up with something as intense as that look.
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