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Virtual Reality

Falling away
By the sea
My heart is clay
Wondering what will be?
 
Meandering alone
In a foreign land
My thoughts have grown
Like the desert sand
 
Moving but am I moving?
Living but am I living?
Trying to evolve
But continuous revolving
 
Subjecting the unknown
To a probability
Wearing a crown
Made of digital reality
 
Everything has become fleeting
Like a romantic meeting
Lingering in thoughts abated
Everything has become negated.
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