The door opens into a new found face.
The doctor shrugs saying,
"It can be replaced."
A woman sighs and asks for a quick reply.
"You're moving on to a step
Where everything is an excuse. "
Maybe tonight
Symmetry will not be disguised.
Fake the funeral
So no one else knows
That this is pure fiction,
Let reality de-compose.
Feel the break in the sand
As you exit the room.
Know not everything
You do will be for you.
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