She frequents my dreams,
My subconscious revels,
Yet waking life rebounds-
This phantasmal bombshell.
And the floodgates of reality
Delineate my preoccupation,
Drench this primordial abiding fascination.
For the past tends to re-elapse
And struck with a familiar feeling
I will mount an opportunistic rock,
Saluting the free-rider’s journey, pining for what could never have been…and gain.
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