She is hopelessly lost in a fantasized intimacy between herself and her lover
In dreaming, he gently sways from side to side as he holds her close,
So close that she can feel his living heart beat recklessly...
Beautifully,
Rhythmically.
She shudders, opening her eyes she sees her heart: drained of blood...it's empty.
This love: A figment of her imagination...
while he lives in oblivion.
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