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You can make me a 
Figment of everyday life
And say you're happy
But only in a denial of hope.
We would exist in a
Fading between joy
And amnesty
In immortality
Or waking up, peeking
Through the folds of sheets
In an act of defense
Or exercise of futility
Because reality makes
Everything look beautiful
In comparison.