the many masks of my dreams

there is a constant in my dreams
it comes in many forms
the coy seducer, the playful flirt
the horny, naked exhibitionist
the watchful eyes, the hidden presence
the accusing voice of loneliness
the shifting shadows that accost me
the wanton force that rejects me
the angry ghost of of disappointments

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