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fortune have i  amongst friends today
for giggles                                       
we're playing 'dress up' as shadows
we assign ourselves each   an adult target
and we race   brazen missiles at strangers
                       and induce connections
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aligning with their moves
magnetized fish children  facing rival reflection
  then  toes to their heels  in glad dance mime
flapping about to mate
    with their actions and irritations  
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they try to dog shake us loose
they clamour and parade
run at us snapping
hiss anger and fail to evade us
              our sapping
and they become bone-weird and depleted
                 our mad energetic spell
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we’ve exhumed away their humour
and they've given over the fight
the light
that little furnace
a beady l.e.d. clips off
then  we  the shadows  are guide
and we’ve taken over  strings on kite
we have won our somnolent zombie slaves
we could ride them like a mule
and feed them their own stool
...if it best pleased us
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