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[filialunae]

all the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
but every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
and crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

and the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
a furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice

and nothing's smelling like a rose
but I don't care if no one's coming up for air
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore