You

It’s quiet where you live, deep in the recesses, where forgotten meets the imaginary. Like a dream, you rule my solitude. I no longer remember how you look or feel. Moulded by my unspoken needs, you are but a shadow of my creation. You dwell in my night. You soar in my sky.

My vanilla, my sun.

Who. Are. You?

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Humor me please? *winks*

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