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Overrated pleasure has broken us apart
Or if that is what I misread from our collective hearing and three way conversation
You were tearing each other piece by piece
And I was watching my worst favorite nightmare in rewind
From black and white film roll which is left and awash for too long
Thus, the screen was lit by the dimmed colors I had never seen before
Like ruthless firecracker
They danced and sparked before my eyes along with the loud bass that hurt my ears
I was sitting like a grown victim on a child's throne
Who is old enough to avoid the blister from the fire
It turns out I am just getting older but still am flightless, helpless