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May 2019
Isn't nighttime the world with it's eyes closed?
Everything looks better.
The lights are luminous and bright.
The streets are almost empty. Nothing is as it seems.
A beautiful lie.

And when daytime comes, eyes are open.
The lights are turned off.
The show is finished.
Everybody gets up from their seats
and heads back to reality.
The ugly truth.
Written by
Sul-E
148
     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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