Schemes

It was the time at which
Tears shed monsoons
It scorched with a repetitive pain
I cannot seem to perfect
I look now to my cotton candy world
In which the tiny demon’s feet 
Have been bound
They walked so destructively 
Through my mind
I can no longer be
A permanent guest 
In their schemes

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