all this madness
is out of my control
i listen to the news
but i don’t hear
the death of a leaf
because of some wind that blew
i don't hear the faces talk
they have all become masks
hiding some perversions
hiding some tears
that should have been dropped
souls warped in printed papers
are not so colourful
but blank in content
words are lost
only the finger express
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