You spin a wheel in a mystic key
that turns every word
from straw into gold
It spins past what you are sweeping
and what you are thinking
The light in your coat
rolling off the static
twisting around the poison
seeping through the windows
losing count
I couldn’t stop
if I tried and tried
Straw Goblin's dry
but it won't let go
It stays in the dark beside you
you can hear the breathing
Skeleton key and amnesia
maybe I just need her
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