When I didn't just open my eyes to look,
I saw.
I saw a pale light.
Hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Everything around me looked dangerously real.
The paper on which I write smells nice, feels coarse in my hand
It’s the most beautiful creation by man, this paper.
As I take off the make-up,
I see.
As I stand alone,
I see better than ever now.
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