"At Random"
This door gives me access to the courtyard while this screen gives me access to the world. This girl that sleeps in my bed, I close my eyes and think of another, but when I begin to go blind I think of her. This mask keeps me disguised, pearl necklaces and fancy attire hides my shame; A framed portrait of the sky I look down upon. This grave where my body lays deep within the surface, I’m bound to dig myself out.
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