Knowing you was a chant of desire. To fall for your plastic charm. And calculated eloquence. Severe excavation on the lines. As you painted me a false pretense. To swallow your very tounge.
I had walked in your shelves. Before I could be you. I must free my soul. My one true joy. The real solid rope holding me.
I must be in your transient form. For the crowd of hope.
Deceptions and mind activation.
Should I ever see your reflection. I shall curse and bury it.
You were the air chasing me away. You were the praise of mass pretenders. You were the love for every fortune.
But you were never real. And never could be.
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