by Jeph Johnson
unreal's almost uncanny
when the comfort of love grows
and then, in minutes,
is obsolete.
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artificial esteem disappears
while mystique vanishes
into a nightmarish emptiness
leaving you
scrambling
for the real.
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coincidences continue
preaching paranoia
while memories masterfully prove,
beyond a shadow,
that you doubt
she was telling
the truth
the whole truth
and nothing but the truth
with her lies