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where to begin...
passing by time in a ploy to limit the outskirts of inevitability
dressed in drab colors for folly of reason
caught by all words when all words are but treason
sad but true is the when is who but who is what is the then we do
if only if only if only you knew
the strings of dischord are ringing me blue,
so close to the violet i beguile and woo,
and though it is no veil or wool that i pull
deception is mine,
from the womb
to my tomb.

-Denog