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The mask and walls
Fall prey to the ghost of your words
Living in the residual of bitter love
… Four walls play alibi to lonely nights
My definition can't find a word that self describes
In a lifetime,
who I am… will be defined
By my words and imagines,
Captured in one's mind.
I live a dreamy existence
A curious explorer in an open world
I wonder, as I grow older will I grow colder?
Will the world be as wondrous as it once was,
When life was seen though a child's eyes?
A life not defined by things, people, or places
Existing in a space, with sympathetic eyes
Living a life of the observer
blkpoetx
3:15 PM
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