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Propaganda

   Flattery

Glittering Generalities

Emotional Words

Art and Poetry

I never thought my sight would deteriorate

Appreciate? It’s too late.

The face in the mirror is just a palette of colors,

I see or I don’t, one or the other.

The times that I don’t

it’s more interesting smelling smoke

feeling soft coats

and eating egg yolks.

Nothing is what it seems

even your face is like a dream.