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Fishbowl


Fishbowl | fishbowl | it's where we really are

in a funhouse mirror lens | shifting till we stumble

Fall | Out | there's no knowing up or down

happy words can make a sound 

with their meaning's flipped around 

Try | Please | listen wider than your crippled view

If you don't you'll miss the pain | soaking |seeping it's way through

I do try | yet | in my home's no place to hide

but through her eyes | it's justified?

You can't act like what's front and center | is the only thing you see

Don't let the corners of your lens | fade away eternally

 

 

 

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