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told to be
When all said things bespoke moments led in silence
Will clouded thoughts clear up the conversation
Can empty hands full of air find something to hold beyond dispair
The true conundrum is the mechanical precision which cogs twist fact to confusion
I want it all to add up
But math never knew love from logic
And I never asked
Why we wear mask
Only why mine was blue
No eye holes to see through
I bumped into everything
Like I was taught to do
I should like to think
I might try to dream
Maybe
© Artemis' Arrow
Will clouded thoughts clear up the conversation
Can empty hands full of air find something to hold beyond dispair
The true conundrum is the mechanical precision which cogs twist fact to confusion
I want it all to add up
But math never knew love from logic
And I never asked
Why we wear mask
Only why mine was blue
No eye holes to see through
I bumped into everything
Like I was taught to do
I should like to think
I might try to dream
Maybe
© Artemis' Arrow
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