Characters Don't Exist

September 13, 2011
Renounced is the one stiffly clung to
-Forsaken is me-
I do not know what to do.
So Tonight I dream of time
When caricature flakes and withers,
Where façade and act and show are over.

We are who we Are.
An act of wonder in ourselves,
A statement flagrant to all else.
So let us quit this nonsense then
And lie like lovers
Or long lost friends.

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