Bird As Fish

When I just begin to dream, you kiss my cheek. Who are you that kisses me? For I open my eyes, and there is no one there. A dream, every night, you are the dream that keeps me here, but the dream that drives me to despair, that sickens my heart with longing. More than anything, I want your kiss on my cheek. I want to know that you are there, and not just some machination of a mind falling down.

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