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Gone Like a Whisper
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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