Upon a Midnight Dreary

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Of the real and the real

A fine line doth connect the pair

Between a fantasizer and those of mirth

One hath the eye of glass

The other,

Mere blinks of clarity

For what is clear

Construde as imagined

Be it more than the truest

Of the cerulean above

When thy vision is obstructed by

such vividness of the soul,

in all it's golden innocence

Created is the forever bearer

of the reality