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Daydream

My throat is dry and my brain is numb,

and I\'m not good with words

but your eyes make me a poet

and your smile warms my skin

your touch is fire but

somehow you\'re still cold.

How could I see in technicolor at the mention of your name?

Why does your voice fill my mind with words?

And I love the though of this,

I love your mind

and I try but this love is one sided.

Daydreaming of you and your affection.