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Seasoned Reality

Perils unseen in disharmonious truth
a world is shattered within itself
what equals nothing but something removed
and there I am in lingering reality.
Brought together and glued at the seams
fumes from my dreams penetrate my eyes
ebony walls close in on the darkness
and all I see is you.

"Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account."
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