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Oct 2019
Mystery, the faint illusion
Is often as closed as time
It pierces drives settles confides
In that which we can't find
Look beyond Maya
Try if you can
Heart will break
Love will take
Mystery's right hand
Alas, for were it so, no known would know......
...the line
For illusion is disillusion
And faith is refusion
As long as we can't see mystery's own

Behind!
Kinda sorta how I think life is...but how would I know??
Written by
Sean Thienpont  38/M/Elmont
(38/M/Elmont)   
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