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I hate my romantic heart. She’s greedy and selfish, devouring thoughts and ideas that I have created over the years. She tricks me into falling, pushing my realist mind away as she laps at dreams and small fantasies I have conjured up. She revels in the thoughts of us, dancing in our sleep ridden pyjamas to the music from our debutante, sun filling our heavy lids and lungs as we eat breakfast and go about our day. She’s engrossed by the dreams of hands entwined and flesh touching after a long day, small whispers and loud moans fogging up our home.