If only she was real.
Really a woman, I mean.
If only I could be sure.
But I can't, not - anymore.
No one can be sure, about anything.
Least of all the little things.
Her eyes, lashes fluttering
Like dead insect legs, so hungry.
What is she so hungry for?
It could be a joke, just - a video,
For the net, a night of dressing
To get other men cross.
God help me, I don't know.
I don't know if she's real.
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