It is a road next to a doughnut
My other side is a liar
My eye is blocked by a cloud
My mirrors are broken by a smile
My breath is spotted with ashes
It is a bus travelling to a torus
We saw each other falling by a window
We fought each other over a paper cup
We laughed at a stone hinge
We leaped behind a wall of words
It is a city sitting next to a beach
They sold it for a piece of flesh and pile of bones
They stopped charming at the snakes, but for ladders
They stood next to the red carpets of skinny lizards
They sucked blood out of the wooden chimney
Images caved in for stones
Or stones stood out in pictures
A gaze from the past
And imprint from unknowns
Imprints of others
They faded alone
Imprint of fevers
They chilled deeper
Imprint of tears
They caved in for others
Imprint of others
They bothered none
My other side is a liar
My eye is blocked by a cloud
My mirrors are broken by a smile
My breath is spotted with ashes
It is a bus travelling to a torus
We saw each other falling by a window
We fought each other over a paper cup
We laughed at a stone hinge
We leaped behind a wall of words
It is a city sitting next to a beach
They sold it for a piece of flesh and pile of bones
They stopped charming at the snakes, but for ladders
They stood next to the red carpets of skinny lizards
They sucked blood out of the wooden chimney
Images caved in for stones
Or stones stood out in pictures
A gaze from the past
And imprint from unknowns
Imprints of others
They faded alone
Imprint of fevers
They chilled deeper
Imprint of tears
They caved in for others
Imprint of others
They bothered none
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