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I walk among the living. I eat, I breathe, I work. I put on a face for the world to see, but a façade is all it is. The darkness grows inside..

We peer through holes of time and space Seeking the form of a forgotten face Searching with eyes untainted and bright But seeing only dark..

A campy attempt at an episode of The Twilight Zone.

A leaf that falls Down to the ground Is left to wither and die. Is it missed at all By the other leaves? Did they bother to say goo..

Wait For me by the river side Silent As the gentle breeze blows by I will come For you when the time is right And we wil..

Imprisoned in shadow, in the space no one can gain entry Are the souls of contrivance locked secretly away. Borne with a life that to them ..

The cancer it courses through the crying corpses As they weep and wail in wantonness ways They claw through the corridors, cramped and crowded ..

Foot after foot I trudged forth, on the streets late at night The wind blew frigid, hard and I pulled my coat strap tight To block out the col..

Tessellate –verb (used with object) to form of small squares or blocks, as floors or pavements; form or arrange in a checkered or mosaic patter..

MoebiusBand–noun Geometry. A continuous, one-sided surface formed by twisting one end of a rectangular strip through 180° about the longitu..