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Now reality is better than dreams
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English poems Used to be that I would stare into nothingness;
in the middle of a task
I would think of your lips.
Used to be that I would rush home from work
just to hit the bed early;
dream long of your body’s warmth.
Now I stare not into nothingness
for every minute counts
when your lips are pressed on mine.
Now I rush not for early bedtimes
and long dreams
for they are no better
than the reality of us
being one.
