It sure is lovely when you know the flag is about to unfurl and all the ties that you hold together are about to slip through your greedy fingers. What goes around comes around, and whatever it is, its about to make a pit stop right next to you. Taste the bitterness of your own medicine for a change, let it blur your vision and impair your judgment. The day of reckoning looms so close and my baby, you don't have a clue. I have not the energy to drop hints, you'll stumble over yourself without poise and skill. You'll be your own demise and I'll watch it all come falling down, knowing I pushed the first domino. Farewell friend.
dream me oh dreamer
open your hands
and let them weave onto yours.
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