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Illusions

Falling for illusions is an unwanted trait,
Like demons on the stairs and my endless mistakes,
Water on the moon,
And life on mars,
My soul rising to heaven,
Alarming the gods,
Such a short time,
In the pretty pink clouds,
Butterfly’s making their way through the large mysterious crowd,
Flowers blooming,
By an angels touch,
Sunsetting from the devils misjudge
Stars floating above the sky,
The rivers bleeding blood nearby
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