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Sep 2015
The face is a war mask
And the eyes are made for crying
The mouth is poison
And the skull a cathedral
Dreams are dreamt
But are not seen
And sleep is slept
But is not solid

Blue is the sky
Only in day
That veils the black of space
Blue are the eyes
But only in circles
That surround the black
Of our bodies
Blank souls
Never hiding

Words like clouds
That hold only rain
To wash away
And souls
Like words
Are too much alike
Noah Ducane
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Noah Ducane  20/M/Washington state
(20/M/Washington state)   
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