Non Fiction short poem

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I had always wondered
If fiction is wrought
Only in books and on celluloid.

I know now, that fiction
is when one by one
the layers are pulled off.
and the shadows that remain
Is fiction.

So when the boundary is breached
And the fourth wall broken
It is Fiction.

All that is forgotten.
Is Fiction.

All that is seen and denied
Is Fiction.

Mr. Darcy, Miss Bennet,
and the analysis of love
Is Fiction.

Music on celluloid
Is fiction.

You and I
Just fiction.

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That’s a deep and thoughtful poem out there…nice:)