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i felt my presence into the silent chaos of his mess,
and the impact on him, in any district that he trod

i felt i am for him, not closer one, but a concept,
as he transplanted all my faults into a beauty ideal

i felt even my dreams more true as any truth i live,
deducted arrogantly, as an ironic irony, (because…)

…because you had the boldness to close your eyes,
blinded by the shimmering darkness of mine and his

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