.Voltaire:
He sits in the dark, looking into the glass, with his hand in the jar.
It's a sticky, white mess.
He applies it and he wonders, "How'd I ever get here?"
Piercing, his reflection.
As he pulls off an ear.
'Neath the sign reading "EXIT," by the backstage door, his fans are c.
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