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In  the shade stood tremulous and tender

like a dying crow who caws in prose

a liar, a lover, a long-lost lady of ill repute

begging for the end to come

but it's not the end

Never the end

In the sun sat dreary but awoken

a goddess's child, awitchly gal

who dablles in her work of wonders, her love spell spilt 

praying for a gentleman

but no gentleman comes

no gentleman

In a backalley a teen lies dying

the needle buried like a childhood moment repressed

he was a son, a boyfriend, a Little League all-star

asking to see the angels

but the angels are gone

no angels 

none

The more we want the less we get

Either take a bite out of life or get bit

Demons drive the show so take a ride

Dream the dreams that pacify

Yesterday's children  scold today's b******s

Be the slaves or reign as masters

Eat the fruit or stay in Eden

Amidst the brainwashed or among the heathens

Ride Boldy Ride, that cunning Shade once replied

Seek out your own El Dorado

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