Pensively  

Whispers of a poet's heart

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I’ve discarded too many things

Over the course of my lifetime

I dare say the greatest was, me

Liken a colorless harden cover

That blends into the mundane

There’s a great deal to discover

Beneath the essence of myself

A half-lived life, half-lived lie

Often peeking through the pall

Trying to determine which side

Is reality and which is fantasy

Not that I really have a choice

Or mystical ticket for the other

But if I did, I’d live it all…truer 

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