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Simple Machinery
If I were a magician.
I would disappear right in front of you.
Tell you things you never knew
about things that mean most to you.
plot my escape when worst comes to worst
leaving everything and everyone behind
keeping you guessing what my motives are.
Mystery to the third degree
so much underneath my skin to forge a new world
Just buried underneath a crushed soul
excavate my heart from its grave
a diamond in the rough hoping to see light again.
a satellite a bright light to guide me.
But its been disassembled and needs reconstructed,
reinforce the strength of its durability
put it to the test but not just a subject or a guess.
recreate it to operate like some of the best.
