like a blanketed illusion for a magician eyes
a synopsis for a lifestyle filled with alibis
a diluted form of living drawn for rat like mice
you built the hanger for your backbone hung with fishing line
and to say the least, that's fine by me; for a midnight conversation
toned by plastic teeth and those rabbits pulled from hats - straight to
their dying breed, they licked their chops and died alone from all the
poisoned tea.
it all gets lost.
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