In a week I have lusted for the one I was longing for, but there was no love. Just a dream nothing real.
Such weakness in my meakness but love can be found by obedience.
Is just how I feel.
Surely and purely paralyzed by imaginations seemed confirmations.
But it’s only a peel.
A mask it is a mask so appealing revealing itself to be something it aint.
Like paint to conceal.
Conceal the blemish to lie and diminish corruptions premise.
that none can reveal.
Locks on the heart a cave in the mind confusion and delusional.
Life’s fake news reel.
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