she is her own
her eyes are someone's friend
her smile is someone's lover
but her mind is your companion
she moves like a dancing dream
a carnival in front of me
whimsical and free
she's moonlight
soft and blue
she's blurred around the edges
and she's caught in a colorful daydream
she'll deceive you with a smirk
but go out on a rotting limb
to make you feel real.
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