Under the Guise

A half truth.
A half possibility.
If only I knew
The merit of this ever growing insanity.

Voracious control over emotions.
Intuition lead to belief, previously
Erroneous matters are taken into consideration.
Fruition of hope, life intertwines harmoniously.

I don’t really know what I had hoped.
Why was I speaking to this man.
What kind of emotion possessed
Prose written incantations.

Under the guise of porcelain
That had fallen.


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