you’d be surprised what you’d find, when i asked them to take the time to read my mind. they couldn’t unwind the fabulous rhyme, the time i’d spent winding time.
they said it was puzzled, my brain all in knots. what a beautiful soul, but she’s letting it rot. their words spinning threads, locking close to my ears. they shut down the canvas, that girl no longer appeared.
but like light in the night, passion always evolves. i shook lose the cobwebs, i revealed all the walls. i knocked down the doorway, i fought with myself.
i wondered who is this girl, this limitless shell.
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