Time to admit it,
Time to come clean.
That look on your face,
Was meant for me.
You don't exist,
And neither do I.
This moment, an ignition,
A reason to try.
If I clamor here,
And you do your version,
We might be real.
We might get motion.
Velveteen rabbits,
You and I.
Come, love.
Come love.
We're real in the tension,
Fake in the day.
We're non-existent,
If we don't engage.
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