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(Piece VIII)

Come on out and see me again.

I’ll change my clothes so you’ll remember

Nothing much has changed.

It can be exactly the same,

If we wear the masks and conceal our temper.

Our tempter.

But your love lies

Somewhere just out of reach

Its hands seem holy

Its darkness is free

And the truth dies slowly

But dreams we’ll someday see

When true love lies bleeding,

Our love

Lies

Somewhere

Where secrets

Scream

Just out of reach