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Please don't look me in the eye
I cannot bear to see you lie.
The truth; a mask ~ sorrow and pain
Blown glass dreams dissolve in the rain.
The feathers from the wings of dreams,
The perverted fruits of all your schemes,
The stolen tears I thought I'd lost . . .
Was it really worth the cost?


mjh


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