Look At Me

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Overlooking the sea of misconception

the misty waves wetting the Innocence

of my flowing white dress.

my brunette curls twisting in the wind.

I don't understand why it must be this way

as the black birds circle the body, I relax.

why? why?

it is over.

even though my dress is now red- now she is lost

I am free

LOOK AT ME!


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