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Contended from the metal arms of your face.
This pottery of dreams walk through my trace.
Upon this bright fall it’s really dim
when there’s a call of bad leaves.
Kettled in this shot like a rock.
I streak the walls, never hoping to fall.
But I’m rapped in the shy’s that are tall
in THAT glasses of a dream. It seems
it’s a half left like the worst kind of cleft
On my heart.
Watch the rain start in this train
that has no lights. Has many frights
Once you joke or drink the wrong Coke.
You lose sights.

***Face it means: It’s about not wanting to get hurt, but having frights to get hurt. When you do you think it’s a dream but you have to just face it.