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I lay down, naked.
In my own skin, I day dream.
My nude eyelids, tired of the pouring tears.
Then I open my eyes and I see you right in front of me.
Am I dreaming?

I'm living a reality that I have longed for.
You own, you own, you own me.
Patience my young heart, need not to rush.
Things will come in the way they ought to be.

And so I shall freeze myself.
Not moving till you, move me with your handsome arms.