Skyscraper shadows bury our dreams,
Mountainous fears will not go unseen.
In truth of all satin, we tear at out seems
I wilt at the sight of life's burden trees.
The see-through knit clothing I've chosen to conceal
Show the scars of damnations refusal to heal.
Cry to the seas I pity no more
Hard to shun forth my gregarious core.
To show such compassion
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