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Exhaling into a World that has defied me
I stand still to watch your face
Stare at me with its endless ways
An infinite praise to the gods
That allow my predicament
To exist and to unfold
Like pages from a book,
Like the back of the sun
That we shall never see
Because you and I
Shall never be
Amidst the dullness that surrounds us
Shading the moon, the stars, this room
So far
Bringing a comfort that smells too clean
Like the adds on the pages of a magazine
That sell that feeling, too fake to be
Our reality.