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May 2016
How come
Love seems illusive?
Like fresh dew,
Fading with the break of dawn;
A beautiful dream
Disappearing into shadows
At reality's crossroad...

But love, I know is...
Not a figment of imagination;
Only an existence
Fast becoming nonexistent.
Inspired by the word "Mirage"
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