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there should be a thought here
there should be words
there should be
something
tears and smiles and half-formed ideas
bounce around in the dark
by themselves
there is no guard rail
and many of them will simply wander off the edge
and i will follow them
in a moment of truth
grasping at silhouettes
shadows that aren't there
smoke and mirrors
i've been tricked.
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