There is beauty that haunts me,
eludes me
but runs ragged through my thoughts
and I am helpless
as it runs over me.
I pull water from the well of delusion
and drink and bathe from it.
I tell myself
this is how it is,
this is how it must be.
I know, I realize
this is a choice
and these choices
can only last
for as long as we wish
them to be.
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