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neptune

7 months ago

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i still find myself pondering your essence
when youre miles away and im out of your brain
doing figure eights all through my mental
from sun up to sun down
spinning around with such elegance
and ill pause everytime to admire it
while wanting to weep over pure loneliness
im a black sheep with real hands
i forget how my effect damages everything
so i stray away from the herd
im hoping the wolves understand
theyre a lonely bunch so they must take me by the hand
pull me in and treat me like another
or rip me apart and wear me to get closer
to the ones i used to know
rather unsettling
pretend to be me
pull off the sheeps skin
into the mirror i still am the same woman
© neptewn

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