A canopy
Cannot be
What's Holding me
For what I see
Is too high to be real
But too low to feel
So, what is it?
It's confusing and always reusing
Thrown up and thrown away
Said to be forever until the end of days
Though throughout my days it leaves me stewing
So, what is it?
It's both beautiful and ugly
Real and fake
Serious and funny
Apart of all our fates
So, what is it?
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Author:
Axel Keating (Pseudonym) (
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