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one more day, awake.
they prayed last night
to not wake up today.
but the breeze came through the screen
like a storm capsizing out of dream.
this dress rehearsal, is just a curse for
the people placed as scenery.
dialog is hurtful, but who is it worse for?
words are a sight for the mouth to see.
hey little backdrop, could you stand behind us.
hope you don't mind it.
you catch all that would go unnoticed
if only you didn't notice.
we travel in doses,
brought to the closest point
of finding out the truth.
does it matter who is who
when life is taken out of view?
