Illusion with confusion

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Illusion with confusion

We're you nothing
but a fraud?
Was our life merely
a facade?

Did I live in your
illusion
amongst mass confusion?

We're you even real?
what's the deal?

Did, I just imagine you,
because that's always what
I do!!

There's just no-way
that you could be
true
and, that makes
me so, very sad
and blue!!!!!

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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