street lights flicker
burn the wicker man quicker
show her what a dick's for
not for loving, but for overcoming
the odds are in your favor
maybe later
you and i could savor
the events the day could
bring us, even sing us
a lullaby, shut your eyes
choose your disguise (wise)
the prize is never what it seems
until you realize the seams
are meant to be torn, born
of what may be
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