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ReflectionBright-colored centerpiece of nights here
Floats along a curb just waiting to implode.
Would you ever count the minutes when you sleep?
Let hours burn away as devils kneel to pray?
Caught up in the semaphores and overtures,
I hold on to your voice--it's really not a choice--
Just twisting all the lines to make up your face
In this doodled paper mold I crumple and fold.
Would you ever think the prize of fame was cheap?
Would you ever lose your faith or come to love your hate?
Would you ever keep a friend who's always hurting?
Will you bleed to save a life? Let the wounds decide?
The black patch in the letterbox says, "I'm empty,
And I need a change of scene from this battle I can't win."
When ripples in our pond of cairns and stones
Sing one-note sonatines and hints of might have been--
Would you tell me I can't ever be forgotten?
Will you unmask the climb as a pitfall dressed up nice?
Stop and go won't bring me close to you.
You never hear a word I say,
I'm in the fire a world apart fr

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