Realism as we love Reality.It would rain a thousand more, for every word that spun was told, and in that sleight of honesty, the heart: a man it placed before.Realism as we love Reality.
And tell it to the sun I cry, speak it's name and bold it be, but not just feign proclivity, love: the world before the eye.
But reality sinks, and slow to fit, illusive sets, it's mind now true, tension turns to fade, a cross untie, life: before we're ready to submit.
And life closes with good intent, for captivated have we been sent.
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