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Hidden hand
Golden strings
that make me sing
ann aria of forgotten eras
my eyes are glass
cameras smoky flash
fall in love with a girl named Sara.
Psychic bound
torn by hounds
with tooths embedded splinters
A voice in dark
mass production marked
lay in silence all the winter,
The devils playthings
slipping off old rings
a promise has been broken
return to youth
a legend uncouth
buy me with a token
earned through death
of a dreams new breath
dearth of solid cues
so smile wide
swallow your pride
for I have nothing to lose
and now neither do you.
