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Pickled and deranged, tickled and strange.
Smile for me, as you’d smile for three.
Smirk, granting that quirk, although tragically berserk.
Dance under the light, but don’t dare take flight
Peacefully resting, and vexingly pesting
Expression of faith, mirrored like a wraith
Sprinkled, and dazzled mist, understand this serious gist.
Slow, slothlike fog, witted and large as a dog.
Static, blinding magic, oh how fouly tragic.
Bitter distaste, what’s with your haste?
Meet me at midnight, under the stars, oh please wash away my scars.
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