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Oh isn't it unfair?
That,
Right there
Gone like a whisper  .
For something to be 
To really be,
Specials only vanish

Please,
Let me grab it 
Please,
Let me hold it 
I'll be careful I promise

But an idea never tarnished,
Why so eager to rot?
Why these children
Without folly 
Play with costume

Do you remember playing?
When we could do that
And that was just a thing
But time a constant
Never discriminates
And this child is growing up

Cupid sends him
His first letter 
The return address was 
The bad part of town
Why he does it I don't know
But every time
This boy falls in love 
A lady of the night
Temptress No one knows 
Her name always changing
But she always
Drinks something pink
On her luggage tag
It just says, "disguise"

The fragile said something
Quietly from the corner
Ever so slightly 
But now, 
Louder 
Louder
And Louder!
She is staring to scream.
Her breath wreaks 
Stale and rotten smoke.
The room its self grasped
Is cold fills the void 
It is instant 
An idea has cracked 

Oh but isn't this fun?
And it's making me feel good
That can't be bad, 
Right?

But the walls are yellowing 
And the wallpaper is sticky with tar
The only thing
keeping that ugly pattern still up there

And now it's gone
That 
Just there.

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