Lovers in Chicago by Bill

The Clyde to my Bonny, he is unwavering protection.

Arms like The Hulk, hold me tight as salty tears flow.

His voice is my favorite song, an earworm in my consciousness,

He keeps the vile beasties at bay when the bile of fear rises.

My Plymouth Rock, always steady, as my knees crumble,

I try not to taste the abyss, the black bitter Nyquil that gags me.

Hopelessness threatens to overwhelm as I gasp for breath.

Clyde is there, he is warm sunshine on a summer day,

Invigorating me as strength recedes, water rushing out of a pool.

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