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You make no sense, readjusting your tired tattle tales

Blurring out your detailed factorette's

Your hopeful looks of desparation

Your silver laughter so strange

I kiss your shiny swan neck

I'll watch the faceless cradles drifting downstream

You become my bed-bugs, sending dilly dally to a muck

Filling heads with worthless possibilities

Showering tattle tales to the winds, losing the game of chess.