This came about the first time I realized that often times we don’t fall in love with what the object of our affection is, but rather what we perceive or wish them to be.
She was hiding
in the cellar
when the temptation sensation
became so strong
that she flew up the stairs
threw open the door
and found herself
face to face
with the real
the unreal
and everything
in between…
she’s been hiding
in the attic
ever since
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