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Mushrooms
Sieze the day
With both shoulders
You're six feet tall
With blonde-blue eyes
Mushrooms come out to sprout
Around your dead body
To scavenge the leftovers
That your soul left behind
I'll just lounge
Under the magnifying glass
To make me grow as tall as you
Magic mirror on the wall
Pretends to sway pretends to fall
To shatter and match my face
That has fallen to the floor
To meet the mushroom dance
To meet the dusty age
With a dirty gandshake
Firm under the brow of my eyes
Staring straight into the light
To blind them all
With a magnifying glass
