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i am the white goddess

i know what you think, but the opposite

of me is not black, so relax, it's not like that

my hair is white but my roots are black (now don't relax)

- like my eyes that are the new lips

(eyes are the new lips, get that?)

she strolls on her toes over clouds, but

drags on all fours in her mind,

she makes no difference where she moves,

dim eyes flickering in silence, the enslaving

sound of a real life reel absent but t-h-e-r-e

clic-clic-clic-clic-clic-liclicliclicccliccclic

helping her eyes on, making her lids go

making her smile lean inward where the deep

root shines with thick determination-

pixel-perfect picture this time, reaching

down, down, down into the white of her,

into deep, deeper, deepest light of her

i am the black goddess

i don't know what you think, but the opposite

of me is white, so don't relax, it's how it is

my locks are black but my tips are white (yes, be relaxed)

- i have pixels in my eyes - the new distortion

(the pixels are distorted, get that?)

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