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On a rung, everyone's favourite fun
Even if they don't belong there
Sun and moon gone in a burst balloon
Greedily we would consume them
What can be by acting deranged gained?
Broken wall, pillow all tear stained
No withdrawal from fantasies conquered
Hear the plea, no time to saunter
With a look push him on a hook
Try him out in cloudy water
Buttons pressed, head bereft of rest
See if his temper will get hotter
Had a thought, conveniently forgot where
Left his fingers grasping for thin air
Captured by an apparition conjured
Cast aside, left to go bonkers
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