Loving the Dream
The thing of nightmares
Published in
Aug 11, 2021
He was my dream man
He was the thing of nightmares
He came to me in the dark with the passion of a blazing August sun
And in the morning left in a haze of chill like the coldest of winters
Until the next cycle begun
And I flew too close to the sun
Only to watch him ride off on his chariot
Like the god I pretended he was
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