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She is all edges,
three-dimensional shape,
colors kaleidoscope in mandelas,
and punk rock sound.
I am all structure,
2D at best,
colored outside the lines because I am a mess,
music style not yet found.
She is the type to have books written about her,
so I must become the writer
She’s the type to have monuments of her
so I must start construction
I am the type to cause a fight
and she becomes the fighter
I am the type to burn myself
and she’s the one holding the lighter
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