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Our imaginations

Are shaped to others delight

What we see and

What we think

Is not at all

Our own perception of things

Our minds are stretched

And shrunk

And scarred

Just so the art we paint

The words we write

The truth we speak

Will be crushed

Under the weight

Of their lies

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