Chapter 1: Funhouse Soul
βTo those on the outside,
All things come in parables.β
So tell me, when did you first begin to hide
Your heart from me, so lion-strong and terrible?
Is it the curse of the faithless,
That the mirror is so warped and skewed?
If I suspended disbelief, would you bless
Me once again with your truth?
I swear, I did not mean
To turn away, to fall,
Or into some darkened pit to lean.
Yet, after all, I find it makes so little senseβ
The gift I would have bought with your six pence.
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