The Close Up.

Revealed to be the perfect storyline,
In an entirety of reality with expired shine
Of what was going where all has gone,
Trophies of choices that went to pawn
Concurrent intakes of chemical bonds,
Enchanted by the new born blondes
Vocalizing as an ego sworn to be true,
Reminiscing amongst the hidden blue
Yet the weaving saga holds you still,
With one more pill. 
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