When empty hands form fists
What heart to beat
When speeding feet rush on
What voice can say
The silent cover sworn
What face to wear
To bear the mask's impression
What eyes to see
Beyond all known perception
What friend to be
When lone souls wander
Monday, September 19, 2011
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