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You hide behind
Forevers mask letting
Each season lead to the next
Dissapointment wrapping
Promises around beauty
Begot from lies
Like flies of a field
Circling the furling lips
Of the winestained flower
Kiss the horizon
And be cleansed
Of your obsideon lust
For behind your eternal deception
Is the fear of not leaving
Footsteps behind.