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Fri, 10/04/2013 - 14:51 -- Zam

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I stop, I shutter or I move they wonder. What is the meaning of my stage. This brightness shall examine my life into a new beginning. Am I dead or will I shut down? May I be forgotten or helped from my soul, dear love. Will you watch as I torment myself into doom. Everyone shall see the puppet gleam into the lights. Innocently dancing to a beat, the puppet eyes is shut into a rhythm of dance and as the curtain rises everyone shall see as the world is dead to watch the figure dance.  Tap, tap, tthh, ahh, the dance seems released but the fair one is unable to see the trouble brewing in the lights.

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