A cruel trickster has stolen the floor beneath me with charm and poise right before my eyes
She will see the rain with reluctance one day and have naught but the slightest wish for drought
We'll fool them all and take gold from the well whilst they sleep
Just think like this. Just, do it.
Now, dry your eyes.
Maybe see what conversation the spores can hold when given the floor
Glamor and fame are the name of the game but wishes and riches stitch the paper for the misses.
Coffee in a children's cup
Sinisterly sip and feel your pulse raise as the bitter liquid warms your young esophagus
Feel control. Feel no control. Feel.
I need to feel.
Connect, but the wires are frayed.
Just make contact.
That. Is. All.
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