Ah yes, wondrous, but it has its limitations
can it anneal the pain of unrequited love?
can it console the lover who misses an absent embrace.
It is a prurient, voyeuristic companion
can it provide a warm harbour for those marooned by the dissolution of love.
more stringently, is the mirror for our own narcissism and egocentrism.
It is counterfeit and synthetic, beguiling and entrancing,
a hall of mirrors where we choose how much truth we tell,
how many lies we divulge, and how fantastic we are or are not.
Nice sophistry though: I wanted to believe you.
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