Beginning Real Ends


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Real is what fantasy was.
Past the future the present because.
Time’s random and watched seen.
Seasoned hands severed clean.

Eyes open to days new.
Lips count more than two.
Noses first as sayings go.
Minds think heads show.

And poems end just because.
Fantasy is when real was.

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