kiss me

I keep on having these elaborate dreams about lovers I never knew and they ways in which they never loved me. Sometimes when I’m lucky they kiss me. But usually I am left somewhere in the countryside near the bottom of a hill with just one tree sitting on top. And I stand there and stare up at the tree for so long that the light through the leaves changes.

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