As if I heard thoughts
seemingly to read your mind
imagine a child
foresees all the dots
I look into the darkness
how are they not blind
eats the salsa mild
ancient unknown tongues spoken
room full of starkness
dines alone at night
takes time to chew each morsel
how no one is right
of a fin, dorsal
underneath lies unbroken
gilded bijou charm
haunted by the past
they remember an alarm
slender the thread cast
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