Mask Is Pain

Smoking area felt unlike
those near you closing
in for sedimentary value

How much sense could
life become the engine of
your desire

Bleach it and tuned it forward
sad story for Tupac being
hut the killed

Ideas unlike wise stole my
Words the heart of it all
meek and weak I think

I've decided to dream today
the horror in your smile
hurts me Adam

Plantard Dacull
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