Innocence lost?
All men reveal as the moon cries out from the shadows of the sun; infants at best.
Wide eyed and scared shitless. Audacity, a fools's only scape.
No mask is older than time!
Stars, scars, mars,
never had a voice.
Mimes.
Hear it calling far off, whisper of wind.
Breath the sobering air of freedom, whisked away by the rolling tides of esctacy.
Lost? Found! Not Guilty.
-Ryan
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