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Everything else is fake
These fans are given tarnished beaded
Like a sentence without a capital
Everything

I want his quiet
I want his lies
I want his red disguise
I want his mind
I want his hate
I want his barbed tongue
I want his real slipped
I want his conscious bit
I want to sip air of quality
I want to feel spiders in my spine
Like their creating a lace bind
His quick careless breakable easy plans
Simply mudane
Or a needed trace
Will you be there
Ruin this quickly