She was my favorite Doe-eyed and fresh Gently loved Sweet as snow Falling softly down Pure in every way Until she wasn’t When the rains came Sluicing away the mirage Daydream suicide I was young then A character out of time Feeling her pulse It beat in perfect rhythm With my pounding heart It felt … Continue reading Mirage
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