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as she sits staring, hopingperhaps praying
the waste lands do not shift
for all turns to waste
in the face of indifferent eyes
that are in a constant search
and longing forthat unrealistic nature
that magic that exists only in imagination
the all to real nonreality
forming in solitudesolidifying the falsehoods of idealization
perpetuating the infatuation of intangibilityhe did not come,
and
he will not come again. for he was never there
nor within