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TRUSTED MASKS- AND BLOODY EYES

TRUSTED MASKS- AND BLOODY EYES

theres people who dont want to be you

and people who will hang you on a wire

sitting 

darkness creeping flowing cloak like into the false sight

running running running

trust is blown by some stranger course

in the distance on the dusty castle walls

she watches as all the brave knights crawl

her eyes pierce the starving soul

written before her

theres people who wAnt you

Caves womb is full of wooden crosses

her hands flowing rivers

no master - no shadow

there will be people who dont like you

this code

marching silver line

shaken flags bow to her voice

clouds like chameleons ,spin the skin

i remember a misty ice cold mountain dream

washing my body it carries me into many grips and twists 

THERE WILL BE PEOPLE WHO CARE

SHAPESHIFTERS ALL

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Tony Taylor

Hey TERRY!!.....I LOVE "THE SMITHS"!!......Shapeshifters!!........that would be a cool metaphysical capability ~ providing of course...... you used it for GOOD!!........ trust issues......VERY original phrasing........ compelling........ bet you're cool to hang with...... but then again...... there's that TRUST thing!!........ Love your style girlfriend........ALL STARS!!....... well done......LOVE and ROCKETS!!........T xo ?✳✴☀

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terry terri ZO

cheers - wanted to write something about manchester but i cannot 

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