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"fake" - poem

very old. guessing circa 1998

faltering in her silent steps
she
cries aloud. the light
overwhelms
the senses. come darkness! save
me
from the truth. envelop me
with
your star-studded veil. don't let
her
see our technicolor dreams, for her
plastic
thoughts will ruin the universe, and she will only
smile










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