conversations cut me with broken glass

walk into the sun screen

all the people we used to meet

walk past supermarkets

witness a forecast but don’t pay the price

dreams buried too deep to understand

conversations cut me with broken glass

faces cutting into imagination

every photograph balanced against the truth

shape every emotion with masquerade

behind every alley burning up control

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