Hands are rising from the deep, crowned with webs and eyes
A troubled heart lies underneath an angel in disguise
Like the horse drove into Troy; a lapin’s jealous rage
Synchronizing entities will end up in its cage
Fallen from the wire, posing now as just a clown
A fractured, citric mind will continue crumbling down
And walking as a cat might do, driven by intrigue
A moth draw curiously close to infiltrate their league.
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[Image ID: HS visible at a slight distance, standing in a messily drawn patch of grass and dandelions. They are hunched forwards with one hand in their coat pocket, looking quietly down at their phone held in the other hand, which has little yellow lines to indicate activity coming out of it. Drawn coming out of their back are two faded and transparent yellow moth wings. /end ID]
◇ ...Interesting. Sounds familiar.
