On down there is a window
Peering light out to street
Bend your eyes, fall, fear, and creep
Look in and stand forefront
Suburban home of freak
Like dead autumn leaves twirling down in the dirt
The page ripped out
Unknown the breed alone runs complete
Watch them turn
See them dance
The blood runs thick
Ticks on fabricating chance
They all see
They laugh and take a knee
Put your ear against the shutter
Bittersweet tranquilities so sporadically muttered
The three split ways but all remained the same
Almost as if, the persons split from the cell of self
Each danced in rain
Each drown to this very day
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