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Emotion
Bones in a bag of gelatin
I shake
And they shake at me
Big, Small, Everyone
There are 2 kinds of Reality
There are 2 kinds of Time
Where do I fit?
Selfishness, Fireflyers, Denial
Is it true?
How do I see myself?
Mirrors lie through their teeth
And I turn them into shards
Earth, Way, Oh!
There are too many paths
Created by the flaw of human hand.
but one path in dark shroud
Leads me right to the heart
Sun, Tower, Jump
The sun reaches
its zenith in the sky
and I think see myself
with the clouds
Ashen, Sick, Trickle
Black waters lap
At the edge
Beckoning a thirst in man
I feel such thirst
But I see none potable
Hospital, Ringlet, Wallflowers
And I sit and see a worn face
It knows, that I dont know.
I am told the face
Maybe my own
And I shake the broken hand
Bones in a bag of gelatin
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