A wink of reality in a make believe
set up we've made
Both peeking into the holes
of our imaginations
seeking for the perfection
we keep on denying
A play of struggle,
from the steaming pot of lust
and lost box of love
we keep losing track
weave me,
your delicate satin
And let us cover ourselves
baring the emptiness inside
for the whole world
to witness and feast
with laughs and prejudice
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