Queen of Devil Town

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Recall that time, in the place I grew up?
I used to be extremely fond of it.
I don't think about it as a grownup
Except for an adolescent named Kit.

She moved in at the age of eleven
We met on the first day of middle school
And we sat under the tree of heaven
It was a rendezvous spot and a rule

I have an ache in my heart every day
I miss Kit and her iconic sweater
We had made a promise to meet halfway
So wherever you are, hear this letter

My dear, wear your beloved hand-down crown
My far-out queen of this dim Devil Town.

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