In every attempt, I foolishly make
the choice to choose what is fake.
Instead of the real, timeless truth.
I flee with every intent to be a sleuth.
To suss out the unsavory details
Of what could have been denials.
My heart slows to a stutter stop
My chest, empty beneath my top.
He is a character unknown- a wraith
My heart weary from keeping faith.
While standing in the pale moonlight
He beckons me at half past midnight
To come away with him anon.
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