Pictures of illussions scattered in human faces...

this is about the STOLEN SPECTACLES OF VICTIMIZING, METAMORPHOSED LIES VIRGINAL and the  STARTLING SIGHT OF MUMMIFIED, WILL-O-THE-WISP TRUTH PRECARIOUS...

every thing is so transient

Why do you need clarifications 

To prove the bitter untruth 

As a sweet shadow of truth...?

Sweetness is precious

But it kills... the breath of truth

And if shadows add color to the colorless,

Would you prefer the colors of colorless,

More than, the shadow of color...?

 

The End

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