Shadows left in the rain
Bronze Skin with thick lips
small hips long fing nailtips
dreaming with my eyes open
been so hurt with many promises broken
my life sways with the beat
dancing through my future hardly moving my feet
a puppet attached to a string
cant bloom in spring
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