You look at the folds as you reach the main entrance
Without even leaving time for a backward glance
The door closing slowly on the lower level
giving access to the road you used to travel
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Folded acting
High senses when leaning against the balustrade
Allow a glimpse of the ephemeral bar’s shade
While the bedrooms shelter your own dreams yet to come
You observe the shimmering past where you come from
What hits your eyes as you hit the stage that remains
it’s the morning sunshine blazed through windowpanes
And then you climbed down the stairs to this double door
To rehearse a hundred times on the basalt floor
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The walls change their shape, like transient natures
mirroring up the echoing streets her own features
Different Variations and interactions
Like when acting behind walls hiding all reactions