Hypnotic Trance

 

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Hypnotic Trance

celestial tokens
in an undercooked sky
I’m mourning, the evening
as afternoon dies
convinced for a moment
I had half a chance
to rescue my dreams
from this hypnotic trance

reclaiming my bricks
from an unfinished wall
and selling my mask
from the masquerade ball
now, I don’t believe
I should tempt love again
with nothing to lose
there’s no need to defend

from far in the distance
I’m smelling the tears
that gather together
as love’s souvenirs
I hurry for shelter
but soon I’m immersed
reminded again
that I wasn’t the first…

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