All that I perceive

is a lie.

The vivid colors

that fill my mind

are simply a trick of the eye.

The time that passes by

moves too fast, and too slow.

The magic of hugs,

I no longer know.

If cold is the absence

of heat from the sun,

then the pain that I feel

is the absence of love.


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