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Fade out-
A command in dreams
Spoken by ideals
Hiding in Mirrors

Love a wall-
Immaculate
Effortless bounce-back
Into some forgotten nook

Taste the tears
Of a captive child
Peering through
Windows of adults
Drawn blinds
Veiling
First pain

Touch cold glass-
Break
Silver slivers
Flying
And face
True growth