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in between
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whole lotta other stuff
He is besides the point
whom is it that passion anoints?
is it at the point of his spear?
add one more night for leap year
there is a lover behind this shaft
he controlled his tears while the clowns all laughed
risen rigid again inside his box
sometimes it is hard to tell stones from rocks
afraid he suffers when outside the bottle
he can only lose his wings with no hands on his throttle
he is possessed within the darkened haze of rage
his eyes reveal a bitter seethe then disengage
all his strange tendencies crush love, as he seems to fall
from charming moments and onto his masquerade ball
his shadowy states in the dull pain of an old addiction
he is equal to the heat from a coefficient of friction
permanently he will hover above this once lovely scene
now, he will have to kneel, because he is not prone nor standing,
he is in between
