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'The Reality of being Real'

 



First thing
in the mornin'
again,
I'll be mournin...'

A lone sole,
adrift in soul
n' idle...
since the idol
I ideally dreamt
wasn't real...

so I reel, undone
as your world whirls
like 'minute capsules'
veiled, in yore...

yet, the quartz
on the clock of my
beaten heart,
continuously
spills quarts of blue...

pain, though thru my
pane, you can't even
see...

the sea of roses
I've lain, in rows of hue
that spelled out how much
I truly needed you...

and for once,
you to see
just how much
I truly loved you...
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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