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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