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Posts tagged facade

Aug 31

empty shell

Who are you?

I don’t know. Me? You?

You used to be you…

I know. I don’t know.

Who are you now?

A façade.

A mask?

Made of mirages.

And behind?

Black. Nothing. Void.

And the light?


Then I am not you.


Because you are dead?

Only you.


I am not you.


I am not