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Feb 2010
We stole from each other
a long time ago, and perhaps
thousands of times
our ideas,
our lives
without the masks, or rather
with them, laid out,
explained
the magician folds
the illusion dissolved
like the black sky
we drift around aimless,
is this the way.
my heart is still
bleeding,
smile my baby,
i love you.
Written by
Connor Dalton
608
   Claire Milliken
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