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Deep inside this canyon
The canyon with the stone walls
Stone walls for my head
Ink blot real time endings
Endings with no middle
Endings with no end
Infinity spares ruins
Ruins on a black sail
Sailing out to sea.
Come in, spread light
Like a camera lens's F-Stop
You know its right
When everything just won't stop
You know its wrong
When everything just….
Stop thinking all these thoughts
They bring me down.
Its these times I ponder
Pondering the triumphs
Triumphs of my friends.
Then I compare my life
Or as I call it striving
Striving to defend.
Call it frustration
Of entertainers
That's what we all are
Fake entertainers
And all my friends are
Entertaining Starry lights.
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