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May 2017
In daylight he was a realist,
Anchored in a world of objects.
But under pale starlight,
Apparitions of her kisses
Danced across his skin

Desire for her, he told himself,
was a craving for form,
a way to fill the night
with soothing fiction.
But the truth was that he could no longer tell
love from addiction.
David Adamson
Written by
David Adamson  M/Silver Spring, MD, USA
(M/Silver Spring, MD, USA)   
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