Tag: mirage
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Mirage
I stand in a river of happiness. Everywhere I turn, I see my face against the mirrors of smoke, Lips contorted into a smile, when really, it is broke. I thirst for it—Passion beyond compare,Compassion to despairI lust for it. An addiction feeding me;I cannot quit.What fades is the need to be free. Not unfit,but…
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