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The Art of Illusion Adventurous as I may be, it is challenging to map a course to a new location. To go to the land of Illusion, and come up with new conclusion. Having it down cold, and not calling it off. Hapless, as it may be but in total possession. To reach for the hidden treasure, the rare coin of turning a phrase. To play with the words, and not be played, not to get hung up on appraisal. The mission is the the preposition, and the emission of thoughts. Charged and ready to rumble, the fight begins. The words, the phrases, the sentences, and the pages. The twists and turns and the detours earned. To be witnessed, and transplanted in the heart. The role is played with pen in hand, and the words live on as they sing their own song. To be witnessed and transplanted int eh heart |
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