Faces in an hidden glory

Parading on instruments of torture, I do say: Are you more than nurture?

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I'm child on the glass.

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I'm child on the glass.

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I'm light over your curious sight.

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I cry and I whisper:

- Can you please be a listener?

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I'm shade of colours.

I'm shade of brain.

I'm pleasure without pain.

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- O mournful glory hidden on a story.

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I'm a carved smile for a while.

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Echoes of ancient times, try to provide me chimes.

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Hidden smile stay with me for a while.

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We're shut OUT over a SHOUT.

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Burning eye, why do you give me a sigh?

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Being light without a sight, I mourn over the fright.

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More than a try.

We're more than a lie.

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Eyes wide SHUT bring me words at a CUT.

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Shreds of knowledge to a constant flow of the snow.

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My skin pierces through me in order to run free.

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I'm the shadow in you that stays.

I'm more than a mirror towards your days.

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Being framed on the center, I do gaze at the bender.

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Over crying loudly, I parade to you doubtly.

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Faces all over me just let me BE.

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I cry and I smile while I stay for more than a little while.

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- Where's the food? I do insist.

- Give me more than a twist, I exist.

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I'm a painting on a notebook.

I'm more than a mere look.

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I'm more than fire walking with me.

I'm your treasure for you to be free.

25

Canvas in black form me my back.


Words: Manuel Espirito santo

Works: Vaida Tamoševičiūtė