why are these lies casually spoken, by mouths torn, bruised, broken,

“I am fine”

no i am not fine, im as fine as a dung dusted shoe is from a shine, im not fine, im lost, between alluring dreams, and silent screams, sometimes a duet, mostly a cacophony of noise, white and bland and dull, just enough to discern, that humanity is null, humaneness void, and of all conscience, devoid … … …

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'illusory art' by Maya

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