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The next time that I caught my own reflection It was on its way to meet you, Thinking of excuses to postpone. You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache, Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war. And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction there was no cracks to grasp  or gaps to claw And your pastimes consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning' And how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

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