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( a perfect illusion )

 

today I wear my rose scented perfume 

which I have spent too much money on

I wonder if the bees will come onto me

thinking I am a blooming pink,

perhaps a blood-red 

rose.

I am a perfect illusion.

you do not know me

and you do not hear from me, you do not see me

you can not, touch me.

there only is the thought you have of me.

because I am what the devil granted this life

I am pure angry and fury

filled with beauty and grace

praying that I will visit you in your dreams

after the sun got too tired

and Papa took over the sky

so that you won't forget 

that foolish

thought

of me





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