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Illusionist

ILLUSIONIST I FIND MYSELF QUITE AMAZED THAT AGAIN I PORTRAYED THIS ILLUSION I HAD DECIDED TO GIVE UP THE MASQUERADE I DO NOT KNOW HOW OR WHY IT HAPPENED THAT I PUT THE WRONG FACE ON TODAY WHETHER IT WAS IN MY HASTE PERHAPS THE DIMNESS OF THE LIGHT OR DUE TO THE BLINDNESS OF MY HEART I REACHED INTO MY DRAWER AND PULLED OUT THE WRONG MASK ASTONISHED I WORE A SMILE FOR YOU THIS THIS TIME WHEN IT TRULY SHOULD HAVE BEEN A FROWN WHY DO I FIND IT NECESSARY JUST TO KEEP YOUR FEELINGS INTACT FOR ME TO KEEP UP THIS ILLUSION OF CONTENTMENT FOR ME TO CONCEAL THE WAY YOU SOMETIMES MAKE MR FEEL I THOUGHT CLOWNS HAD THE MONOPOLY ON DECEPTION FOOLING THE WORLD WITH THEIR PAINTED FACES AND WIDE GRIN IF YOU WOULD CARE TO LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER I AM THAT CLOWN I AM THE MASTER OF ILLUSION

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