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What once was 'I' is now a we

And how we show up is how we're perceived

We stand and we speak stupidly stutter

In a lame attempt of putting arms around each other

The pendulum roars through prisms of light

And sight yet unseen, our subconscious, collective, of night

With no one to be your audience now

Deeper we sink, stink, gesticulating

Moving our lips to the cadence of tears

And our losses surmounted

Distracted with reflections and images of you

Divided we conquer, from one split into two

Our pride is swallowed, like bile it chokes

Facing the walls of your prison, constructed by you