behind our faces we shutter
so lonely those nights
knowing the road of glass shards awaits
cuts and blood and slices and bone
behind our smiles we groan
for the losses not yet lost
the end will find every one of us
sickness and death and toasts and prayers
behind these bars we think
the mind constantly directing
the senses still alive and craving
tasting and hearing and seeing and smelling and touching and balancing
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New America '76: 13. Our Very Own Hemisphere
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