Disenchanted
Lost my candor
Slipped under
my lack of manners
Staffed
Flogged
Fluffed up a bit
By your words spoken
I'm lit up
I quit
Beware of the characters
That pass through your abode
For the markings and claims
They have dropped
Will erode
Just as pieces crumble
They will combust
Not much time
Till this picture
Will try to
Frame us
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