Orphaned now in the candle zone
the lush blister reunites the prisoner
of time with his own house
on a private beach
that will never be real
his eyes give him away
busy and productive actors
still talking nonsense
the future is not true
the bitter end is not the end
we perish in our own lullabies
left with our last words
we become the moon's hostages
our eyes the color of mud
disappearing beneath our feet
it is time we took off our masks
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Truly Beautiful...
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