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A crafted delusion
An elusive illusion
Hard to grasp
Difficult to clasp
Tougher even to
Do what I do
Release my grip
Let it slip
I hold on helplessly
Succumbing to silent pleas
A victim of my own design
Crossing the well set lines
Walking over to a land new
Reserved for the privileged few

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4 Comments

  1. Such insight

  2. uhh, it seems like every poem I read recently fits so perfectly.
    Awesome writing here


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