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I'm here for now,

but I may go.

Won't be taking a bow,

staring out the window.

A mask has many faces,

some are pleased to deceive.

Always holding aces,

hidden up their sleeve.

Fooling and schooling,

lies are pooling.

Flames are cooling,

from all the drooling. 

Homeless and walking,

looking for a home.

Unscathed by the tick talking,

this earth I roam.

*S*