end ignorance
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It's like a shadow.
Falling beside me, but not on me.
Or in me.
"You're not mixed?"
They ask with a questioning smile on their face.
Electrical boxes blasting our eyes,
Sending images of fear and conflict,
Talking like a serpent, which is unwise,
Illustrating a dove as a convict.
Every time, the deception keeps going,
