The road … it winds snakelike
The wish to shed the spying headlights
The plot needs a solid twist now
I say that you burn
And you burn …
The cause-and-effect rule
Is it the relentless code of fiction
That made her steer off the clear track?
Blurred out of view and faded …
It never stops haunting -
You're here
And the next thing I know
You're gone,
Just as I wrote it.
These words -
They have bodies and faces
They live.
Fact or print - you are bound with me,
Now and then you're entwined in me
Be it fate or plot - you are tied with me,
Here and there you're confined in me
It never stops haunting -
You're here
And the next thing I know
You're gone,
Just as I wrote it
These words -
They have bodies and faces
They die
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