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Defects
The ashes that feed
Trickle down from a tube,
The shadows that loom
Never rest like we do
Be careful when you
Reach a hand through the cage,
You might be embraced
By what's staring backstage
The color's all wrong
But the lie is the truth,
With our defects gone
We will speak like they do.
Trickle down from a tube,
The shadows that loom
Never rest like we do
Be careful when you
Reach a hand through the cage,
You might be embraced
By what's staring backstage
The color's all wrong
But the lie is the truth,
With our defects gone
We will speak like they do.
Published 9th Nov 2022
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