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Sundown, the masks come out and a game of

A spotless white moon was hiding the―

Escaping the unknown becomes easier

Unbelievability. I am nudged to shift

Bliss of blue and white, balancing

It was not true, Truvia. The seed leaves

You don't have to walk in self-discipline

Your limbs tremble― when you stand erect

A soul-search violates a code.You cannot

You receive when you don't ask,