Wednesday, October 2, 2019

The Illusion of Truth

ambience knows me well
their music has played
for so long
their secrets are strong
like beautiful love letters
slipped inside colorful envelopes
addressed to future generations
skipping in a better world
disclosure is by choice
under illusion
of technical invasion
we are to submit to their whim
in this subliminal nightmare
thoughts are within

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