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stare if you want to
but I won’t suffer foolishness gladly
if you ask a stupid question, I’ll tell a wicked lie
‘the moons made of paper — and the stars all died’
stare if you want to
I know you’re not colour blind
‘do your eyes need shades to handle my shine?’
stare if you want to
I’m not here for your gaze
I’ll still be a tall, dark stranger to you anyway
stare if you want to
perhaps mind some business of your own
don’t ask me to turn my lights down low
stare if you want to
then perhaps read between the lines
the revolution was yesterday — and the party is tonight
