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This girl drops words like a spelling bee meditating thoughts to action, you can see her weave wild and wicked wonder, like a siren she sings instigating introspection, a harvest she reaps I fell into her eyes, a vortex deep emerging transfigured, like a simile eruptions of laughter entrancing, romance, slowly, advancing She's the queen of tangents, thoughts rotating like planets the gravity of her words pull at me like a magnet I'd reach to lend a hand but she pulls herself up meaning like contraband, smuggled into my soul her spirit so wise and grand, I never want control I'd love to be a part of her, but she's already whole I run for the horizon but her thoughts chase haunting me a symphony on my heartstrings, never minor in their key so I hide in plain sight, lyrics in symmetry with the ebb and flow of hearts tidal wave, incoming
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