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Cartoon Abyss
larrylark

My dream factory's kissed by danger.
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Strangers in shadows,
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mad men fingering blow up buttons,
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fronting blown up cartoons,
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parodies of themselves in quadruple.
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To do or not? Who knows?
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The question's how fast i can lead this lead back,
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put this pencil in reverse,
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before they make a mess of everything or worst.
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I wake in a sweat, sketch crumpled in my fist.
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A scrunched finger still manoeuvres,
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moved by a night breeze. Smell of magnolia
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floats through window as i rub the button out.
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The finger still lifts across an empty space.
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Still looking to dictate.
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Searching out a place to press itself down.
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7 Apr 18


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