Illusions
You're lives are an illusion,
You must decide what is real to you,
Love is rare,
Some say love is as effervescent as steam,
Others its eternal,
For me tobacco and art are real.
A painting is an approximation of the dream/reality you are in.
I will carry on painting until I am fooled enough by illusions to die,
Maybe not ever.
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