Trust and believe I am no heroine
But I'll let you take a swan dive into my soul
I'm beyond your peripheries but you can see my brow line
Squint your eyes a bit closer; what's my pasts toll?
Let's rub elbows with the sliver of the moon
And allow our emotions to wane like sugar and cream in our morning coffee
We will dress in a costume of tie-dye and join a commune
I'll wear the chocolate if you adorn the toffee
I would lift the wrinkles on your face
If you keep me affixed in my place
I'm a vintage tragedy, that can't seem to be erased
A bit displaced, but perhaps with pace and space we may be able to embrace
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