Falling through truths bad grace, A smile upon a familiar face. Transparent whispers barely lucid, Follow the strain of the deuced. As I turned to take his hand, To show him from this hidden land, A figure transcended through the waste, And my companion mired in haste. Staring from behind his mask, He lent forward as if to ask, But I forestalled him with a gesture, And pointed down to where he left her. Truth abolished his mask, deuced. Now glaring behind eyes too lucid. Transcending higher to his fate. Pride now traded for his hate.Birth sign: Gemini
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