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skip like an orange fox!

so (dear audience)
as in all rightful fairytales
marooned
we instantly became.
relics rope us snug
while gaunt and hopeful we glance
feet bare
in the place where our memories merge.
like jelly on toast
the after always burns worse
than the before
doesn’t it?
and my raw spots seem
all too evident to you
so I prance away ( skip skip skip like hopscotch)
more or less like an orange fox
on the black asphalt
smirk sewn in my lips (knowing)
your ugly feet
will never catch
me.
(applause)





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