there's a fine shade of doubt
between murder and
whatever else
it may be that you get away with
so easily
invisibility, it seems
is more your style
your fashion,
for you it all depends
on standing where the light
flatters ugly people. And you
melt
into
shadow, and call it transparency
because you are invisible,
and no one can see
you:
only your workings
laid bare.
how did we get here
how did we get here
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