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My eyes are filled with such a fog, a mist of longing that doesn't let me see you, I only hear your voice like a distant whisper that gets lost in the darkness of my longings.
I would like your warmth to chase away the distance and the time between us, but in this lethargy of ephemeral dreams I can only evoke your kiss and your love.
It is then, asleep, when I desire you most; when you are most needed with your absence, beloved, and the fog that fogs my waking senses dissipates for an instant in the arms of Morpheus.
There I can hold you and feel your presence, even if it's not real, even if it's only a brief mirage that the soul begs for, I dream of you and that's when I live you the most.
It is in that dream where our destinies intertwine, where paths cross and universes collide, and in each encounter, magic awakens.
The fog becomes a blank canvas, where our dreams intermingle,
and in each brushstroke, we create a new world.
In that ephemeral instant, we are one, transcending barriers and limitations, exploring the vast horizon of imagination.