I am, my own, worst nightmare

December 13, 2017

You haunt my dreams.

you make great symbolism of fragile details

The terrible huge fiery crash which I just so missed,

was perfectly fine.

no damage.

but why so cruel looking and fraid?

Person caught eyes through fire,

it is myself.

i am, my own, worst nightmare

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