a ghost in camouflage and grey smoke

you write yourself into their story

whatever they need you to be

crawling inside them

just to claw your way out again

a lie

a figment of longing imagination

an oasis

a place to live and die in

bleeding out upon awakening

here and gone

leaving marks but never existing

a drug to get high on

euphoric prince charming

fairytales and morphine

LL

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