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falls as a sunbeam.
As a lost dream.
As a child's scream.
As a ripped seam.
The hush is a secret trust
Amongst enemies.
The lull is an allusion
To what you tend to be.
R. F. A. T. O
E. R. C. I. N
Goes against the surface.
Guised as purpose.
Guised as trust.
Guised as touch.
The pitch is an open book
Amongst friends.
The lull is an illusion
To what you amend.
