You were like water, you cleansed my confused palette
(that'd been sullied by the sour realities of consumerism).
You were my salvation, you cured me, purified me.
You were my muse, my ally, my confidént.
You gave me clarity, you aligned my goals like our bodies under the rays of sunlight.
I wade through that crystal clear water, and I see him once more.
I understand that he complicated me.
I acknowledge now that he perverted me.
I realise that he crucified my purity, that he seised my innocence.
He made real love look like an illusion.
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A Culmination Of Realities
PoetryAs we float through life, victimized by circumstance and stalked by rumours, we come to understand that false rumours have opposites: realities. These are the realities to which this book is dedicated. These realities share only truth, for some are...
