She was from a familiar region
Yet I still called her exotic.
As clean as newly formed glass
Though she enjoyed being referred to as dirty.
Whispered intimates in my ear as she paid the bar tab.
I couldn’t walk by her without her grabbing at my secrets.
Peeled all of my crisp layers off as I slowly baked from the heat that she gave off.
Illuminated my night
My planet attempted to harness the power of two suns.
As she rose above the clouds
Drying out all the rain that remained from days long gone.
She created no rainbow
And I knew she was false.

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