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we are often deceived
by scheming lies
and half eaten truths
blinded to the core
our senses succumb
to well eroded lore
the flowers bloom
in plastic petals
hounded by the demons
we live unsettled
know what is right
don't be lured by mere sight
even darkness seems to be light
if it shines as bright
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