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God told me to let love go,

I do not need it anymore.

Upon me came a great woe,

That I never felt before.


As I start to awaken,

Love became an illusion.

Yet I’m very mistaken,

My life is a reclusion.


Within this prison I stay,

No woman can be with me.

Forward from this exact day,

This unique truth sets me free.


Even a kiss may not be,

A daydream will not occur.

My third eye today can see,

Our life and death, a transfer.

Paul Wylie

Artist, wrtier, and technology expert