I’d like to run laugh
a little reason to repair
what have I done to deserve
vision to see the riddle and her touch
where the tenderness and torsion ride
and life turns me always haunts
me on where dynamic
walls might shift fall
reach ing out the fake
O why can’t you see that
the costumes we wear are the symbols
we carry history in the groove of
masks O transient can you see
bind my chaos in
thin webs o hm
I would like to
st ay
la ugh
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