I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
Love
my new...
My heart
not so stupid anymore...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
Abnormal is what you call me
You say I differ from the norm...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...