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While I was waiting for you to wake up, your dreams started coming true.

That No One Knows

And this is our secret, that I know you and you know me and no one else knows.
That no one knows, that we know each other, that we have secret talks.
We silently converse nocturnally.
Pressing on words until we forget what we sound like and just click.
And as I click though my memory, I know I made you up.
That if you weren't real, I would still know you.
And no one would know you exist.
I would be a figment of your imagination, and you would read the words you wrote.
And say them out loud, when no one was around.
The full stops and commas would fade ways with the sound of records always playing.
With disjointed rhymes, and prose that was pointless.
We filled up memories, in folders and documents.
Of research papers and formats.
Our memories formatted, in codes and puzzles.
That only you and I know the key to.