Lights

I find my smile with the lights turned off... Where I don't have to pretend to love what I don't With strangers in my mouth That taste like nothing; They fill dimmed rooms To hide painted-on faces, And they fill their bodies with spirits Until they forget their own names... and slowly the darkness begins to fade: The walls unravel and there they are left With their colors bleeding out into the Unrest they succumb to... they find their smiles with the lights turned off.

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