I lie whilst lying.
I've given up on denying.
Resurfaced thoughts afloat.
I'm in a park…
In a garden to be precise.
Long coat, dark night.
It's cold…
Light reflects off green leaves,
steam gushes as I softly speak.
We laugh…
I'm now nearby a giant bay,
a face so large I feel like prey.
It's hot…
Standing still, eye on eye,
dilation begins.
Blood rush…
Pages turn, stories end,
yet I read this book again.
Dream on…
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