It's hard to know what's real within The age of imagery and tricks; We burn ourselves with fantasies Until there's nothing left but sticks And rotting lumber. Smell it now: The blight so deep there's naught can fix, While those who've held our time are off To other victims, other Clicks
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Hello my friend. I enjoyed your work this morning. I hope you are doing well and having some fun.