Bottle of cachaça
Ceiling fan spins
Dust dancing in the air
Bossa Nova warms my insides
Looking out window
I see deception rising with tide.
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You offer me a chalice containing truth.
Drinking
The cloudy solution
I now see all of life’s illusions.
Listening
I hear the lies.
My mind is clear.
However
The deception makes me cry.
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