A Face Of It's Own
moments of risings, weathered grime,
something's smiled,
behind the pallid blues,
An original epic of misinformations
about this man of interest,
the incoming info's
miscalculations and the following events,
Behind the original series
is the actual events,
it's own interpretation,
Behind the masks of truths
undued nonchalance of the fate,
hides this darkened plateaus,
the versions of hell,
the relics of the past,
this mundane dreams and tour de force,
a sheep,
a wolf, an angel of timid smile, ?
The miles kept widens,
this is who I am and where you've been
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