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Kalopsia

 



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The delusion of things being more beautiful than they are.


. . .


And I feel , somehow I am a kalopsia, caught in a kalopsia in this kalopsiatic world.


My brain hurts ; like a fog over a lake during a cold morning , kalopsia hover like a fog on my waters.


Convince me otherwise, if u can.




                                 . . .







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