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smoke + mirrors

in a room filled with smoke and mirrors
my eyes managed to find you
well, your inky silhouette against the neon lights
in a world of fleeting mirages
i still managed to touch your figure
and i mistook it for a testament
to the notion of us

not once did i question
why you blended in so smoothly
with mere reflections and falsities
and not once did i wonder
why you only said “i love you” in the dark



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