'hey I know you, you’re the guy who sold me the jag! ”
“hey I know you, you’re the guy who sold me the jag! ”
The lights flicker and the stage spins
The man became a ersatz mannequin a straw man and the crowd began to roar
and awww and oooo their eyes covered with three dimensional glasses.
I am not an addict or a liar or a needy type
I am a mirror one could look into and feel welcome
the abuse in me is your broken reflection.
Walls begin to breath
the curtain turns into a column of concrete
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