| Choked Illusions of finely spun dreams Lonely realities I choke on disgust Swallow the bile Like Dust sanding my throat with good intentions Fading into meaningless homogenies Who do you see Does she say hello with her eyes or is she smiling with her toes Does she laugh over nothingness or does obscurity choke her with empty promises Of Nothing Invisible tears cause no squirming so you look through the Looking glass to see wunderland and lose yourself in her Facade |
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