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Illusions Foothold

Illusions foothold,
Is the center of my life
I know not which is the truth
And which are the lies
Her sleight of hand is cunning
And her mouth is very slick
Her beauty is overcoming
And her bitterness is thick
She is a reflection of my emotions
Of my heart, mind, will and soul
She is the center of my foothold
She is the grappling hook of old
She is the master of illusion
She is master of my soul
There is no longer any escape
From this lie I have created
I have no where to turn
But to my hole of defeat
So this is my farewell
To the last of all my feats
May the odds be in your favor
May you escape the hole of defeat


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