Fictionfact II

Stolen eyes reach mine
Not proud of the effect
Moment’s passed and so am I
Tumbeling around in regret
Cornerman looks up waving
Alone am I, unseen
Unspoken approche
all part of a dream
casting spells on my evening
I threw you a flower
you were allergic
without medicine

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