See how I write words
[pondered eyes]
built upon the illusion of a metaphor,
call it brilliance
whilst you tick
tack me up
on a plastered belief:
I was pretending
I didn't speak the way I wrote;
All but a lie
wanting a kiss
crawled in your shadows
back-bending bridge,
they have walked upon
that intoxicated liver
you wish was not yours.
As my weight echos,
Damn mass and gravity!
[the new age of conspiracy]
and I,
your pathetic belief
that someone was actually thinking
have become the magician once again.
but can you watch me...
disappear.
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