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A dusty gaze revealed one map that shows
my inner rivers with their muddy shores
so you can trace me back to my darkest self
you know the walls but I removed the doors

Having the last word comes with heavy trappings
forking out onto a path littered with old deceptions
it sets the stage for acted blessings
to feed resentful unresolved questions

Butterflies swaying the threads
of webs trapping grueling memories
conceal ordeals beneath shiny garments
cunningly disguising naked tragedies

Clogged within a fable where every touch is shy
voices gasp for the sustenance of air
be ready to start and lose, be ready to try
be daring enough to look beyond every vanity fair