To days that begin with laughter
And joy of being around people.
I fall asleep
To moments of desire
To moments of wanting to not be accepted
To moments of being the quiet force of hidden jubilancy.
To moments I know I'll always dream of
Because I did not have the courage.
Do I always wake up from that dream
Where I'm camouflaging
With the very next crowning
Of symbols and serenity
Hiding behind that semblance
Of majesty and malevolence?
I don't. Want to.
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