You, in sweater.
Me, clad in dress.
Adorned with hopelessness
Of artifice undressed.
Do I make you realer
And you, me less?
Touch reality
To ensure truth.
One writes words
No, both.
One recrafts words
No, both.
Are words real?
When
Spoken
In
Head?
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