Fake

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The dust of uncertainty settles neatly.

Fragments of disarray.

In the effervescent light of summer moon

The hand strokes minutes past the hour.

Nudging consciousness-

Sweetness of an unsettled tune.

Intoxicated by the slow melodic kiss,

Of dangerously solid wake.

Dizzying realness of a broken spirit,

Pawing at the edge of possibility.

Silenced.

Disappointed.

Fake.

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