it's the shade of security
thrown when that clock strikes thirteen
when it all makes sense
and i remember who i am
when every ending is just that
when every dagger digs deep
when pulling teeth for pulling's sake
when talking and doing, both are cheap
my mirror squints back, puzzled
i blush, ashamed to look
i recognize myself, as if in a dream
a fantasy, mere folly, for i can't be
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