It is not.
In fact, Love makes my eyes see brighter, brighter than lasik.
Light enters better.
And your colours shine richer.
Some tell me it is a dream.
Vivid is only as what we painted them to be.
A paint over cracked walls.
But hey, it's 00.57am, and I am wide awake.
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A speare
That shakes in the hand
A meaning
That's crooked in the mind
Who am i
To be parallel with him
The greatest poetic
Said to exist in reality
However the virtual
That fades into the oblivion
Love dream paint
That preludes its own kind
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