magnetic rats

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magnetic rats ( star citengam )

see the us in we
shards of glass, a dark crevasse
splitting like a pea

as the demon skag
pricks apart the spark of heart
maiden, mother, hag

fading as a ghost
once a signet, since a swan
you’re tomorrow’s toast

i’m a blooming fool
not a willing sacrifice
daft but not a tool

all is scattered dust
butter fingers, sinking sand
sputterings of rust

drifting planks of wood
sob a song & cue the rain
bad is the new good

blue is green & gold
in your twisted mirror land
soon it’s black & cold

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