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Surrounded by imagesSeems like nothing is for realEveryone pursuing an image One hiding behind dark glassesAnother behind well tailored suitOthers adorned in jewelryEverywhere images What wouldn't be done for an imageFrom betraying brothers to selling soulsThat is fine Just hide behind an image Strength of imagery so powerfulI sometimes wonderNow the search for self becomes confusingWith the dominant questions in mindAm I just living an image Am I for real And to think of the childA mother caught in the grips of imageryWhere does that child find selfSurrounded by all this imageryAnd the called for the self to be
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