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The Emperor’s New Clothes

I once saw a man
In a decorated coat
Fabricated ideations
Admired by all

Underneath that coat
Lay cold ugly truths
But no one could see
Beyond that façade

Dazzled by the colors of fabricated tales
A tapestry of false experiences
Cloaking over malicious intents
A veil concealing abrasive truths

“I loved who I thought you were,” she said, as the ostentatious coat was burned.
“I wish you would come back because I miss you,” she said, but she never left.

And the man destroyed what was left of her, once she started to see how the coat prevented her from seeing his destruction.