Faded grace ice blue jean,
at the crush gloom night party.
Unrivalled kings and winsome queens,
but glimpses ornate sparky!

Grey Plastic cups in the pale table,
and the elegant rose bouquet in the middle.

The pearly wan white coat I wore,
never turn to deep coral-sea blue.
The scarlet seed which I sow,
never attempted to hasty grow!

I'm strutting in anxiety as the one,
in the wide couple crowd,
Cause when you fled me alone,
but this grace isn't new.

That starlit day whirled to dark brown,
and the salt tone twisted me to stare down.

You named me behind hushed silently,
wearing a prom dress gazed as a beauty queen.
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