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This intuition-
this scent...
I know what is going to happen next
and I don't like it.

I can see you walking away-
mirrors facing mirrors
and I stop to wonder
if you may be walking back
towards me, but no.

this funhouse is sick
I want to go home...
this joke-
isn't a joke anymore...
I am not laughing
and I want to go home.

I found myself outside
yesterday, and lost her to you-
I couldn't keep a straight face
as I gambled away everything...
everything I knew,
everything I loved.

Cold today, hot tomorrow...
burn me if you dare,
but try not to look away
when I burn you back, or
you may see the purpose
behind these remarks...

If walls could talk,
would they tell us
to stop pretending?
would they keep silent,
amused with the talented actors
who haven't yet noticed

that the film
stopped rolling
ages ago.