Hallucinations

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My skin scorches,

my breath dies,

as I can feel your

wicked stare,

looking past my

gaiety filled façade.

But then you look away,

as our eyes meet

in the ocean of unseeing

ones,

leaving me bothered,

leaving me numb;

compelling me to think

to not to

hallucinate for once.

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