Thought that was really you; prowling the alley like a panther, walking your façade.
I get so high I can even see the aliens in the trees.
They are watching me.
These are your lies, you left them here.
Your show was alluring, posh & demure.
A mamba snake I follow to the shores of midnight.
The witching hour draws near.
3am.
A shadow falls on my body shaped like the soul of an old tree, dripping like black wax on sun burnt grass.
I thought it was you & then realized it was the condition of my heart
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