Direct! Direct, I say, be that way!
What stars do you try to emulate who
have fallen before ever being splayed across the ..sky?
And these covers, these tents of deception,
mere signs of a masquerade, sweet sixteen
for Romans and Greeks alike.
These are black and white times, folks, and
a caress can go a long way, creating
distress out of infinite regress.
Shutters that capture the exposed;
light that hits those places makes
light of atrocious faces (faces that creep)..
no emulation is necessary, the stars will fall,
they will arrive in their respective bars
and brawl.
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