A Beautiful Mask

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I'm dusting the flames, flagging storms of fire, breathing life into the nobility of others, stoking the dreams. a whisper of truth circles the rage in my smile, busking the soul-music of my youth.

I'm dusting the flames,
flagging storms of fire
breathing life into the nobility of others
stoking the dreams.

a whisper of truth
circles the rage in my smile
busking the soul-music of my youth
needing you to bleed
fortunes of change
cryin' so the river of my soul flows
into the basin of your heart
busting negativity
with an explosion of love
the heart swells, tears fall,
and the poison bleeds out
leaving streaks of forgiveness
staining the lies
the truth embellished
crippling the ego
and molding beautiful lies
into mountains of truth.

so many words between our lips
...then nothing between our lips
a kiss masked by beauty,
engineered by love. 

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