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Illusions
Liquid images of faces flow from
The mountains of my mind like streams.
I hear their voices as the babbling
Water spills over rocky, jagged thoughts.
Hallusinations of happiness that are not there...
But the lonliness is always real.
Through the illusions, it is a constant.
Leaving me with wounds that will never heal.
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