Soon we will be together.
We will be near each other.
You must not
be sad.
Loud whispers
inside my head
that keep on talking.
They say to me:
Let it be.
Touch that
and do that.
Just say yes.
Do not be afraid.
We are by your side.
If you do not have an answer
We will tell you what to do.
Right is what is right.
Are you alone and lonely?
We are back, cheer up.
An uglier face and a fun game.
Two sounds within me.
Only one will get louder.
The first time it hurt a bit.
And there will be a second time.
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Fiendish sculpture
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