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Tie
a red ribbon around my noose
Spinning in the dark
Heading into a sunset induced
Lower
my eyes under my hood
Staring down into planks of misunderstood
Bloodshot rings to summarize
Circles form to realize
The
mask is only for you
Look closer into my balls of glue
Waiting for the colour to turn blue
A signal there is nothing more to do
Dangling
my feet as a result
Can't release the harness of fault
If down I could climb
This time would be sublime
Toss
my small bits around the cellar
Breathing in the smell of leather
Feed me smaller pieces that I can swallow
Don't leave me hanging, empty, and hallow
Not
to mention, hungry...
I bend, I mend, I don't pretend
So get me out of this seat
I will not claim defeat
Copyright
© Andrea Suroiu
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