
The eyes report a muffled phrase
An upside-down dark masquerade
When faces fall, the colors pave
As remnants of a ghost parade
Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey

The eyes report a muffled phrase
An upside-down dark masquerade
When faces fall, the colors pave
As remnants of a ghost parade
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