And this ...
I dimmed my light for the shadows to dance naked in the darken alley ways of forgotten kept secrets I used to call memory.
I touched a sense deep beyond the veil of what's considered the wrongs or written rites failed by an ideal once played back by a victor who spoke I'll of his own fate to never come true.
I still dance for him ...in small spaces they call closets but I prefer standing room only V.I.P
For this I owe a little death to the plague for both of your houses to befall a good terror or two round that bend, what did we call it ...logic.
I guess we wait out the verdict on weighters
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