A prize you thought you'd gazed upon,
But no, my dear you’ve never been more wrong.
I look divine from where you stand,
But open my depths with the steadiest hand.
You're chasing treasures, wishes, more-
Yet my teeth grow sharper behind each door.
You never asked why I stood alone,
Just waltzed right in, hoping to find a home.
But you led me nowhere, and I pulled you down.
You fell for a mimic-
And you did so quite ******* loud.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM UTC
A prize you thought you'd gazed upon,
But no, my dear you’ve never been more wrong.
I look divine from where you stand,
But open my depths with the steadiest hand.
You're chasing treasures, wishes, more-
Yet my teeth grow sharper behind each door.
You never asked why I stood alone,
Just waltzed right in, hoping to find a home.
But you led me nowhere, and I pulled you down.
You fell for a mimic-
And you did so quite ******* loud.
I said my piece. I announced my shame. I said I’m not ready, I’m not playing love games.
But that’s not what’s heard.
It’s a challenge to be beat.
Now I’m just an ******* with another man to eat
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