Everything looks perfect from far away.
-The Postal Service.
So maybe I’ve dreamed of you too far, too long. So maybe I’ve pictured you coming in different forms. Yes, I have seen you come to me; yes, I have seen your anatomy. I have been intoxicated by your voice and drunk off your smell. I have changed your eye color. Your hair always seems to never change. Of course, what could I make it, after all? We’ve gone to different places and said different things. Our convictions and prerogatives are always the same. And I know that that’s what is linking us together. That’s our bond. That’s our connection. This is my dream.
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