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These lies

This shame

My body

your frame

Years pass

I lie

Your vision

My life

Time lands

in your hand

my hands

remain empty

waiting for mine

this time

my time

when its fine

With you

not me

let them see

the real me

cast my wish

into the sea

cast my heart

out to thee

find the thread

cut the strings

after all

were all one being

Exsistence is equal

my secrets are sacred

yet my being suffers

So let it be written

So let these words make it done.