Surpass the fading, the nonchalance
I feel the sturdy bells resign
To the pragmatic darkness
As it’s veiled with momentary doubt
But I’ll cling on to you, your hands
Before it realizes it’s in a spell
I’m devoid of patience, acumen
The medications from the other side
Shoot at me like daggers
But I hide under this broken table
Before the gray world finds me
And exchanges me for lemon drops
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