Mirage

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Originally uploaded by Enduring Tempest.

Everyday seems like a mirage
Every word a whisper only I can hear
Every touch a phantom chill that runs through an aching skeleton.

Every minute seems like a dream
A vacation in your arms which hold me fast
Every moment a memory of solemn promises.

Every place is a paradise
Built only for us to see, an Eden,
Hidden away from all others, only we know the road.

Every movement is a ritual
Until cold reality sets in
My fantasies are just that, and you are only...

A mirage.

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