Fleeting - 2003
Must I feign to find solace
In the fullness of the moon
Gleaming across this transient space
Creating silhouettes of bodies
Of fleeting pleasures
From a soul that burns but yearns
Loving, pretending
Pretending to love
Amidst the brightness of the room
Wishing you were someone else
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