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A silent silhouette
A world without colour
You smile to the crowd
Who laugh at your humour
Though no voice can be heard
You still hold clarity
They instead watch you work
With deep sincerity
But a creature watches
His eyes black as burnt coal
Your time to run has passed
What’s its price for your soul
A world without colour
You smile to the crowd
Who laugh at your humour
Though no voice can be heard
You still hold clarity
They instead watch you work
With deep sincerity
But a creature watches
His eyes black as burnt coal
Your time to run has passed
What’s its price for your soul
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Third poem of the ego set. This one is about Jameson Jackson and Anti.
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