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I was always saddened
by the scars of the morning.

there never was
a never was.

for the ghosts
of the mirage

for the mirage
of ghosts.

bleed out the miles
between now and serenity.

600 onlookers in distress
60 screaming stars
6 more skies in shock.

oh, great believer,

make me believe
that you aren’t so full of shit.