My Br o Ken monologue is serene in its lampshade dim mortality
gets me nowhere but I am all over.
sympathy for the devil is my masquerade to the limitless pond of wonder.
If we dance among shadows, do we recognize our own?
are we all just empty sandals walking in someone else's clothes?
a morbid thought doth cross my mind
we are all just dead in time.
spinning in this rapturous cycle to again be entwined.
I know me but I don't know you.
all this love, all this hate just witches brew.
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