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I am slowly becoming mute, A wary fool moonlighting as a practiced mime... Trembling hands make feeble passes, Mixing the oils on the canvasses of life... Talk is cheap, mostly hollow We're all but ghosts trapped in a dream, A tortured marathon of reruns I reawaken, yet again, to these old scenes.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Hollow Hands
I am slowly becoming mute, A wary fool moonlighting as a practiced mime... Trembling hands make feeble passes, Mixing the oils on the canvasses of life... Talk is cheap, mostly hollow We're all but ghosts trapped in a dream, A tortured marathon of reruns I reawaken, yet again, to these old scenes.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
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