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sitting on the outside

looking straight in

seeing a house on fire

nobody else seem

to care if they burn by

the touch of the serpents tongue

everyone’s dreaming dreams

of being free

of having fooled the wicked witch

of times to prosper in years to come 

sitting on the outside

looking straight in

I see only delusional beings and a few

about to die on their swords 

about to die from her cherry lips and

venomous kiss

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