slight of hand no longer
impresses me.
i've seen
enough of what you can
do
with distractions,
with the words,
that you say.
all lipstick and perfume,
dim lighting,
not unlike
Blanche DuBois
before the strait jacket
went on.
open your mouth and
lies
fall out.
i don't believe you anymore,
you are not
who you
pretend to be.
please disappear.
let's close
that door.
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