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Fever Dreams

Fever dreams,

Foggy mornings.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My favorite utopia

Will always be you.

Your mind fades,

Lost in the night,

You left,

2 am,

I wanted to stay for a while.

Next chapter,

Far from grey,

Cherry wine,

Oh, how you take my breath away.

It feels like drowning,

You get so high,

An amber mind

And those tear colored smiles.

Your eyes look like a garden,

So familiar and warm,

Who would have ever thought

They could cause such a storm.