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- Under the wh isp ers,
- Of voices that flicker
- And trick her
- And trick her
- And trick her…
- AN D T RICK H…ER.
- Under the desks,
- Laughter arises from a breath
- Danger strives and thrives
- From the left
- And standing there is a girl of a sailor’s dress.
- Under the pencils,
- Erasers deleting not words of who to write
- With a failure can not be disguised
- And so it spoke its spell and put a trance
- Under the little lambs of who croaked and choked
- And another girl in enchanting eyes aroused by her demise.
- Under the sheets,
- Beds who struggle to rest
- And lest one other girl’s distress
- So laughter arises from the Group of A Comp LEte M ESs
- A melody of crimson
- Tru ST me
- I can be the ominous be ING.
- Under the minds,
- Imagination that grieves in lies
- And there they stand blind and grind
- For one extra more TIME
- So much til even God can no longer TRY
- And even the devil cannot BRIBE.
- Living under the ceilings,
- DelUSIons of which live in sty
- And to the sky it refuses to climb
- And with writing and notes they have no
- MOTIVATION TO RH YME
- And so end their poetry with a period,
- And only one became curious
- And it was truly only I
- Who had been the one to be traumatized
- And in the end it had all been just a LI E.
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