Friend

we have a voice
although it might be low as a whisper
hush baby don’t you cry
I might have been flipped like a poker chip
and shuffled once, twice, thrice
watching three blind mice
running away from the carving knife
see how they roll
see how they squirm
as they suddenly stop errect
as they suddenly turn
you will always be my right hand man
when spells are lifted
and illusions dissipate
no more spirals of chaos
but a boy with his invisible friend

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