the line to draw between romanticism and reality
fairy dust to be sprinkled under a glass of agony
as if our emotions are designed to be painful, plentiful
in a square box
we are bound to live in
that was why I chose to leave
for I have started talking to the wall
until I saw you
and the other plane that I've never get to be exposed to
you are nothing but rawness
stripped
transparent
of course, you had no idea
and you still don't
you added depth to my perception
and my world view
we are the specimens of the world
to witness and to experience
as simple as that
my voice within
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