clear - see right through...
Stained glass pictures.
Why am I the one to spoil the fun?
See through the masks.
Fortune cookie flung across the floor.
Now incumbere entry, to a denied story.
and after us all was the time horses.
the gallops set the gallows high.
It sighed the rumbles in the earth
broke off a piece of pie crust,
crumbs to the floor in the working
finger tips...
Some are poisoned, others walked to the door.
Weighing the whine, getting ready for bed.
Rain dreads hung from the licked bleached
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