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    Through the searching lights that weave and dark
    comes the stranger that cares not for your heart
    the pain of living life this way
    must take its toll on you some day.
    Your jaded eyes can see embarrassment or harm
    the trail skin that bleeds emotionally on guard.
    All lowest forms of life are pounding you inside
    your hollow cold display your tired masquerade
    let the image that you present entice
    unlike the mirror that shows the strains of vice
    this act of contact your decay
    while willing souls will more that pay.

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