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The shades go down, the walls go up

the cracks in the walls only work us both up

boundaries? who needs them

lies, can we live with them?

can we live without them?

but who are we fooling?

both of us fragile creatures

selfish only to bruise both our dreams

saving best for last, who knows when last will be?

broken hearts are for healing

the guitarist needs his soul audience

staking claim, on stakes so high

the unthinkable, unreachable, irreplaceable is a toy

all eventually replaced by insecurities, complacency, disregard, farmiliarity

and love and passion hung out to dry

I am seizing the bull by the horns.