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The talk downstairs
As she becomes aware
To think in memories
Before she caught up to see
Playing the part destructive of hearts
On scripts of sick discrepancy
Disrupting the symmetry

I'll fake it through today
Where stars become a mass of nothing
To play the devil's game is to fall apart

Move along
There's nothing to get hung up on
Him becoming me, reflected in everything
The leverage of this just to recall these for lord scenes in far off lands
Stripping the clocks of their hands