Shrill laughter, flashing feet.
Colours, square and garish, whipping past.
Jingled bells down darkened alleys.
Fun, fleeting,
lurid and Lured.
Oh Harlequin, taunt me so.
Light beams through smoke screens,
solid substance, without touch.
It's all smoke and mirrors baby.
How I treasure these rapid changes of tune. Life player on shuffle and the volume turned up full blast. Like a change of taste this is but a fast, fleeting infatuation. New sounds couple new excitements. Old favourites draw dust on forgotten shelves whilst I wear you down with constant replays.
But hey, new song brings new smiles.
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