In the dream, it was a man.
He pretended it was an embrace,
squeezing me as he did.
Getting dressed this morning,
still feeling the places he crushed
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In the dream, it was a man.
He pretended it was an embrace,
squeezing me as he did.
Getting dressed this morning,
still feeling the places he crushed