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Lover Existing

I had a dream I was holding hands with a boy.
My life felt like it was over. In the dream I mean.
The room was brimming with judgmental people,
and the unnecessary shame I experienced
when he whispered in my ear was overwhelming.

His whisper made me shiver and
their eyes made me shudder. Those scornful eyes
condemning me to a place I didn’t believe in
anyway. What did they know of me, of us, o beautiful
lover existing only in my deepest recesses?

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