real

You made me

feel real

and with your

skin pressed

tightly

against mine,

there was no

questioning,

I knew I was

there. And as

I run my hands

along my own

flesh, I’m left

wondering why

it doesn’t feel

the same.

Left wondering

if it is you

that makes

me feel real,

or me that

makes me feel

unreal?

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