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incessant swarms of fireflies
fly where fire dies
muted screams, dishonest ironies
fall like drops from spider eyes
hopes and dreams meant to deceive
cover sounds of muffled cries
tangled web remind me, weave
life has purpose, meaning
no reprise
i sigh, simply, say goodbye
and i let her pass me by
lonely naked, no disguise
someone, something
please remind me
life has purpose, meaning
no reprise…