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Of pitch black, colourful dreams When did I first dream of you? Of you when we are apart, Of struggle and pining should you share my heart. Strange that my mind wanders far, do you too? Even more so when I merely, In simplicity, enjoy the company of your soul. And I too, should be bold to Believe that you would love, purely.   As much as I long for a partner with a syrup-dipped spirit, Let me taste bitter reality. Let no one feel pity. No, I do not fear it.   I sit here in the dark wondering, future-dreaming, Should this attraction be brief, passing? Or will I win your love, so be a blessing I have nothing, only vulne