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Footsteps.
my name.
spelled out in treason.
on sidewalks fall dreams of life.
in the cast of a play without lines.
prerehearsed and fake.
white light across the lake.
should have been gold.
into this woods.
into this woods we go.
take the shadows of life to heart.
and know you can't be right
