The night until the orange skies
A truth better than blistering light
The day's a bouquet of lies
Pretense is the omnipresent might
As the tuxedos unbutton
Unravels the skin, the scars and soul divine
Night lets us survive
Real smiles, damp eyes or a couplet of loved lives
Silence is not peace
As one may find in brooding nights...
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