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Charm Of Doledrums
The mirror bends
In the worthwhiles of the world
In the fun house world
I have no fun
I don’t catch the joke
I’m just a heavy truth in the wavy glass
They tip their top hats
They tap their tiptoes to my fingertips
Skipping like a stone
Across a sea of shimmering glass
Across a vacant and dull desert
The mirror bends
Replacing ideas to the sun
Casting my worthless world
I’m blasted down like eggs onto the pan
I say ta-ta from the floors of my heart
To the balance of my fingertips
I’m vacant to you all
Like the sands my stone tiptoed down
A thousand miles of despondencies trail
I knuckle under to the mirror
The glass bends
Spits my stone across its face
Across a spine of sizzling sand
The mirror bends
The waves under the sea
