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Dec 2016
The shadows dance up the walls to the pound of the drums, taller each day
They reign
I don't believe what I was taught, closed eyes, chin to the sky won't keep them away
They stay
There's no guarantees, but there is gravity, so if you hold onto nothing
You'll fall
Grasp at something to believe, some reason to smile in the dark
You'll find
That the future hopefully isn't quite as far away as you thought

And the shadows will go back to lying in the alley, where they belong
response to Belief (Not Believe)
Amethyst Fyre
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