The Story
He pretends to be what he is not,
a borrowed reality shapes his suit,
cuts his cloth. He imagines himself
reflected in mirroring eyes.
A sad story
one we all have all put together
from clouds and cobwebs.
Let us hope we have liars
for friends.
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