I hear thevoices calling me...
"Come to me" they sing chanting mesmerizing lullabies that
court me into a bubbly trance
Wallet eager to open money ready to flee...
My eyes linger in exalted admiration among the racks
Glisteningthrough are magnificent burgundies and violets
Shades not yet acquired styles not yet known ...
A trend to be had my greedy fingers
grab inhurried chaos
Weighed down by beauty I stumble into the cages...
Zipping by time passes quickly
Clothes are strewn all about themirrored room
My mind begins to tremble as I attempt to choose what toadopt ...
Finally I escape the asylum
In turtle fashion I beginon the obstructed path to the robbers
Quickly I make my way around thehomeless objects ...
Eager to take every new possession
I throw down thecontaminated green waste and unwillingly scan the area
Finally I am free! The spell is lifted ...
I have successfully escaped. Mostly intact
Onlyone thing is missing, those dirty old bills
In their place a pair ofboot-leg jeans and beige gloves ...
I continue to walk through thecorridors
and I hear them ...
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