In stumbles morning it’s been out all night. The dawn with bloodshot skies. All the answers I had questions to. Lay crumpled up in a lie. I’ve been a ghost haunting my own home. Hostage with unpaid ransom demands. Love’s an illusion done with close up magic. Sleight of six fingered hands. She’s a pebble …
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