Poem .... Delusion
Sweet Delusion
You make my life possible
You give me visions
Of what can be
You take those dire predictions
And scatter them like dust in the wind
You fill me with joy
And wash dread down the drain
Some call you spin
Some call you pretend
I call you friend
Rabid. poet
You make my life possible
You give me visions
Of what can be
You take those dire predictions
And scatter them like dust in the wind
You fill me with joy
And wash dread down the drain
Some call you spin
Some call you pretend
I call you friend
Rabid. poet
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