No Illusions Left
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Sandra Feldman
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Flat,
Like a white sheet,
Or an outdoor mat,
Indifference sets in,
A moody spat with yourself,
Hardly reacts,
Nothing seems to count,
Except disillusionment,
And you don't want to accept,
The realization that,
Nothing or no one to love,
Projects a transparent image,
Of emptiness,
That you can't pick up.
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