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Ejection
We share dark symmetry
And the dull blades between us
Keep us on the edge of connection
Walking that fine line of social ejection
Porous and pliable
We try truth
When the lies pry us apart
We dart for clear skies in the storms we brew
The hard part ensues
And encapsulated cover ups
Unveil the Armageddon of reckless ways
Where we smash square pegs in round holes
As the onlookers look bowled over
We crack a grin
Right before diving face first
Into the old bottle
Feels like nap time, my friend
