We Are All Magicians
You said you wouldn't
just disappear
but the longer I stay
the more see through you get.
I wanted to read the story in your eyes
but you haven't given me much
and I'm starting to believe you already
read me
and I was easy to put down.
but just when the curtains about close
you're the encore
and I buy all the tickets.
I'd say I'm tired of your slight of hand
and we are too grown for magic
but illusions have always been my weakness
and manipulation is my favorite trick.
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