La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu’il n’existe pas. Baudelaire

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 Holding two contradictory notions together
 is heavy weather blowing in
 god-forsaken, we are, yeah?
 Who knows why the wind blows
 sahara sand to our shame,
 we are just unprepared.

 Get back stairs, get out quickly; 
 a little tired after flying
 into a rage of laughs, one eye yawns
 at the beauty that passes before us
 every day: ignored.
 .
 Or, maybe, a few frogs in a drawer
 jus’aint a joke anymore
 just passing the time of day
 like Estragon and Vladimir
 we are waiting for Godot, we are otherwise engaged,
 no money for us. S’OK?
 Thanks anyway, 
 
 She’s easily upset, Y’know?
 All the goodness gone, no decency,
 no kindness,
 Eric’d be so-ashamed,
 it’s got like this so quickly.
 .

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