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Every now and then you invade my dreams.
I get it, you have to do it,
I see that it's somehow necessary.
And I like it when you do,
though it might confuse me
after I wake up,
seeing that you're from my past.
Or, rather, the feelings are.
Still, it's nice to have you reach out for me,
to feel that you care.
But, please, don't try to hold my hand
while I'm holding hers.