Yes, we all must die a little
Lest we're lots of life and riddled
Should we step beyond the gates and gaze across
its shadow?
shall we step with bliss and sway, or masquerade
afraid?
A paper flower on the wall
At a twilight ball
Flower may you fall
At your twilight ball
Would you,
Freed from these
Partitions
Dare
To dance
Elusive rhythm?
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