Impossible beauty

Close one eye, don't believe it!

Close the other, won't believe it!

Try with the glasses on you

It is just impossible.

Should be dreaming

Just wake up.

It is always a dream.

Should be drunk

Just stop.

No more beer to drink.

It is there afterwards.

Who took that picture of my dreams?

Who pictured in that exact way?

No details can be closer.

Give it a second chance.

It is just paranoid.

Make a question

Got the answer.

In the end, you realise it's impossible

In the end, you get to know it's just photoshop

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