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[joneshead]

/*
From the last or just remembered
drastic dance of folding hands
scaled in the dreams 
by dissenters muffled laughs
a quest is presented by the borders of the mentioned;
in feelings born to test our understanding of that tension
So we stand out like we're naked, and we echo the same
love is being there;
it is being bare and brave
and love is kind
and love remembers
and takes chances 
it is made
even when there seems
like there is nothing left to save 
here, light will always escape the part
where you first found bliss by the darkness in your heart
with just a little bit of color, and a little bit of warmth
you'll make good of every picture 
where once were ashes of a war
*/