Openly follow

We openly follow those who we openly follow and secretly follow those we secretly follow. May be its the other way around. Today I cried foul because we came here together and we went into my dreams together. But you didn’t act correctly once there knowing I have no way to stop action in dream land.

We go through it together and feel everything differently but differently with each other. Hand in hand. Bosom to bosom. Stomach to stomach.

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