He was my dream and I his nightmare.
So we attend the most beautiful affair.
We were not the only in attendance that night.
You should of seen all the masks it was a marvelous sight.
All the liars and naysayers dancing hand in hand.
This is what it is to be called man.
All the opinions of the word hold little importance.
But we love to pretend our voices are enormous.
We are by nature a mischievous creator.
Trying to find self worth.
So in the shadows all this it is easy to miss.
A glance between hidden lovers.
An affair not physical in nature.
A partner lost in search for their purpose.
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