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[jrawls]

Oh How These Thoughts Do Cast A Shadow

Oh the joys of being perfect
how long lasting they must seem
to sit awhile and just smile
as the camera captures what it needs
how when those shutters cease
here comes the peace
the true story does unfold
this perfect beast, needs her release
let the snow in from the cold

Now with each intake
she claims her stake
in the cliché of her mold
though who are we
(which blasphemy)
to judge or to scold
we are just consumers
of the lies that have been... told

When the day is about to break
don't we all
wish to clear our mistakes
to sing and laugh
with those friends we make
this one life is mine
and it will not go to... waste....