6six6

When strategy recants you
Inept patterns spark muscles through networks of satin dreams
Cut through a chance of sacred hope to forget taken without thought
Turning inside out the odd shapes turned to prism by its own fate
When all looks red light sparkled with green and grey dots perpetual resident haunted feet 
Your golden circus has arrived with coffee 
When given a number corresponding to the chances of death
The darkness sky's reveal the moment of our lies
6, couldn't spell it better without another 66
Who wouldn't hold onto something so dear for a long honest time
But not to some feeling that makes you weak not for some feeling that doesn't hear speech

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