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The Last Card.

In spite
of reality’s
venomous sting,

holding onto
fantasies
so blissfully

intoxicating:
beautiful lies
to kill the pain.
I watch her as I die
in empathy, resonant feels,

powerless against
ill effects
given respect
for personal liberty.

To each their own.
For the diversity of life, passion,
will and understanding.

As for myself, I would rather
understand
the truth, adapt
to whatever
it may be.

The future
always hunting
me down. If nothing
else there is

always solace
to be found
or fashioned:

custom-made
by the privately
owned.

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