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We have names for the masks
Not for what lies under;
We only have words for
Things we have words for;
Every time I dream of you
I forget a few more.
A finished fragment
The final piece of the puzzle
wasn't found in the box
(I made it in the backyard shed
cut & sanded to fit need);
The emptiness in the eyes
only wakens to a dream.
Waking
I wish to wake before the dawn
To see the night as clear as day
When everything that's come is gone
Leaving us nothing left to say.
Water's reflected on the moon
I'm dreaming of my destiny
And everything that comes too soon
Beneath the wide and empty sea.
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