I am always dreaming of sunlit skies
And Somedays,
He was like the skies
Malicious yet tender
Excruciating yet delicate
His name,
As common as he is rare
As simple as he is complexed
As easy as he is tormenting
I cringe,
For it starts with a dilemma
And ends with a swinge
Everytime,
I laugh at myself
For being a fool
Of getting too close to a labyrinth.
A.T.
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