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~slip, slide to that sideways place      
where I'm neither here nor there~      
     
*    
       
grasping smoke     
with hopes that if I will it to be so      
it'll hold the bruising weight      
carried on the carousel ride I'm on      
     
*    
       
round n' round      
goes the shifting world beneath me      
circling back to the beginning      
to make some sense of things      
a reason for the journey      
     
*    
       
faces appear from within the smoke n' mirrors      
I want to keep one for my own      
reaching to take hold        
poof he disappears      
not mine to claim      
     
*    
       
the carnies are calling      
cast your lot for a prize      
the games are rigged    
a heart the wager      
     
*    
       
my fortune foretold by a gypsy at the gate      
turn back before you get lost here deary        
bet on black you'll lose      
more than you think      
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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