Fake (draft)

It was all fake.
The truth
-that rang in the darkness
of you.
It was all fake.
The feelings
-that spilled out of the jar.
An endless waterfall.
It was all fake.
But it felt real.
The fantasies- they steal,
My presence.
A cycle of pasts, that
-Burst into new bloom of today’s.
The moments that come feel real- made real by me.
Is it all fake?
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