Shadows of palm trees standing out against the nighttime
sky, looking up and seeming to be majestic, all decked
out, standing at attention, waiting to be found out.
Living all the while deep within, showing nothing at all
from without to give anyone a clue of the despair they're
going through.
Just standing night after night, being nothing and living
in doubt.
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