submerged

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submerged in my dreams,
I am lost within an ephemeral fantasy.
phantom kisses on my neck,
I still sit under the tree,
where we first meet.
You have gone overseas,
leaving me for girls with wide hips
and lips stung by bees.
But in my heart, you shall stay,
even when you promised
to meet me here,
on this day…🌲🌲🌲

 

@amateur_poet

 

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