Hued with past lives
Unchanging
Ever-changing
Dreams walk away into their own lives
Words welcome the few to listen
Mistaken identity of falling eyes
Broken Promises left behind
What would you ask if you could go back
Could your small voice hold the tone
Disgust, distrust, destruction
Behold one brought forth three
Manifested to linger on
Manifested to stay hidden
deep inside
Pulling strings unknown
Blanket approval
For all done in the most scrupulous perpetuity
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