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Laugh
by
TL Taylor
Circling slowly into the dense haze
That is my mind, my soul, my being
You find that you are caught—no way out
My eyes suck you in, the apparent softness
Belies the depth and emptiness therein
For I am hollow, naught but a shell, a husk
Fooling all around me into thinking, feeling
That I am real, solid, a part of the world.
Fraud is my definition, my reality
Even those who claim to know me
Do not know what I truly am: a hoax
A giant blasphemous joke played on the world
By a deceitful, childish, sadistic being
Who somehow believes they are the creator—
And they have created me, fallacy, a pun:
A human being with an unrealized reality.
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