I wander through a glass house
Burying my face with my cold hands:
I refuse to glimpse
The grim reflection of Lie.
I sneak on my tiptoes
Reminding me of a plodding dancer,
Longing to reach the sky
For then surrender
And miss the void
That surrounds me,
I - All absolved and righteous.
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