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If I could lie without a liars face...
Would I be able to stand without skidding down the tracks...
Always searching for a simple cover to get to the next day...
There might be kind of secret about it that doesn't yell...
From hallways lined with empty brown bottles...
Something to beg for and the reason to wake again...
Facing another day as broken glass after saying "goodnight"...
Where in the mystery that doesn't stink of rank hate...
Sleeping to escape more of that limit...