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About This Poem
The Illusion
The illusion of choice,
hides behind the veil.
The silent voice,
gives every detail.
An unknown force,
acts mutually.
There is no recourse,
nature pulls you to me.
Thus the meeting,
of our eyes.
Two hearts beating,
do compromise.
The veil now withdrawn,
love conquers, the illusion is
gone.
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