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I don’t know what else I could say,
to the things that are on display.
When you put a smile on your face,
who would know you’re crying inside to save grace.
Leaves still fall, and snow still come in Winter,
yet I see you building a reservoir,
that if one day, I push you over,
you’d be flooded in your own river.
Au revoir you said, “au revoir!
there’s too much to take, and too little to taste.
Better if I disappear, then everything will be great.”
I watch you, turning to vapours,
dancing, to the music of Lola.
I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror,
was that me, or was that a soul stealer?