The Essence Of Who I Am

You are my fantasy 

My translucent odyssey

My illuded fancy 

I pick you from my teeth 

My gums bleed 

The apple of my eye 

Is visionary 

I leave the door unlocked most nights 

Hoping you might stumble in 

My future is no longer blurry 

Are you real or just an illusive dream again 

M.A.P

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