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there's a twist upon the gilded eve
one that flits and smirks right up your sleeve
and slips on out, with sleight of hand
I never had a doubt you came prepared with such perception

no concrete vibes reveal to me
that you delight in twitch and tease
the ambiguity invites the search for gossip
that might tar the initial good intentions

and the reveal is slow
the curtain-puller's only got one hand
and we've nowhere to go

I tend to gnaw the indignity
right off the floor, which you don't see
you only spot the tiny cracks of sweat
that grip and slaw toward my secrets

and the reveal is slow
the curtain-puller's only got one hand
and we've nowhere to go

you fold the air into a scene
and tuck the switcheroo between
the part where I devised the witty greeting
and your eyes that default to the ceiling

and the reveal is slow
the curtain-puller's only got one hand
and we've nowhere to go