Déjà vu

By the end he had lied so much

that I could not know what was real 

and what was fiction.

Eventually I had to stop reading

romance novels

because I’d stopped believing in them.

I did know that the Love was true;

the Love for the All-One,

which’d poured

through him

and eventually, 

through you.

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