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the devil loves optimism
refraction of life
throwing prisms
faint and distant
perfectionism
lost in echoes
of a mechanism.

a trap, a claw, a
downward fall
disguised by eyes
that see through walls
sees the voice from
whence it calls
insight of which
they know it all.

but in a state, i
stay, stand firm,
i get a wage
i never earn
i laugh in faces
cold and stern
for everything burns
everything burns
so start with that
when youre ready
to learn

-m.p. 07/16/16

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