I smoke too much and sigh at the wrong times.
I’m such a liar; I love to lye in my fantastic
fantasy ride, like a weightless Farris wheel, spinning
time on rewind.
I take it all back- everything
I ever said was to impress you.
I’m trying to untangle this web, weaved by spiders,
sneaking into my slumber. A bite of reality
wakes me to what
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