Interrupting the schedule
Taking your clothes
your dreams and nightmares too
stealing your identity
Just a few little encantations
You´ll be dragging your closet
Your shelves and bags wherever you go
Noone can deal with that sort of weight
You´ll sleep beneath the shelves
That hold the contents of your life
disorganized unsteady
It will interrupt your day
Your morning
Like a dying horse whinnying
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