The light shines through the cracks
I see faces, am I awake?
Is this a fever dream?
The strangeness of it all
Peculiar realities, the hidden seeds of
Disintegration
Are we ever strong enough to keep the ones we love around?
Was I ever good enough to keep the ones I've loved around?
Nothing so beautiful is immune
You are beautiful, but you are ruin
What is this moving towards?
These shapes and sounds
This movement, strange commotion
Am I the imagination
Of someone else?

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