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*_the missing link_*
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last night i met you in my dream. not him, but you, which i thought was a bit odd. he was nowhere to be found even though he was touching every corner of the world on his tour. it was 1996 or so, but somehow it was present day.
you were not as tall as you are in the pictures i have. i touched both of your shoulders at once and your eyes got wide and frightened. i said "i'm so sorry! i forgot you don't like that." then you just stared at me blankly. i told you i had been to one of your shows. you looked at me with eager curiosity, wondering which one, since you hadn't been touring for the past week: you were on a short break. i told you i had been to sunday's show. you hadn't had a show on sunday, but you didn't say that. you just stared at me. i realized my mistake afterwards; i had not been to one of your shows - i had been to one of his/theirs. how dare i make such a mistake? but you didn't say a thing. i excused my mistake to some sort of wishing that you were still with them, because i guess i just feel that you were so right in that position. but out of it, you are throbbing, aching, ugly and desperate.
and you stared into my eyes with dissipation and honor at the same time! what kind of man are you? you are surely not human! you have reached heights seemingly impossible, and touched people seemingly untouchable.
i know i love you.
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