A necklace worn around the throat
A drainage ditch, I dug this moat
Sheltered by an overcoat
I row upstream in blackened boat
A fox's fur, a heroines smile
The river reeks of faint denial
I mend my mask and all the while
The darkness lulls me towards an isle
Further more unto a lake
The silence thick, I lie awake
Pressing on through simple song
To which the specters sing along
Depression plagues these rolling plains
A toggled switch within my brain
Beyond the clouds, past drops of rain
I still exist, but in a frame
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