Beneath the fringe, a world unseen.
A symphony of shadows and of spleen.
Nancy, your whispers paint a world so stark.
Yet beauty blooms beneath the painted dark.
Your converse boots a steady, stomping beat.
A rhythm to the murmurs you repeat.
A symphony of angst, a heart laid bare.
A soul that's wild, with dreams beyond compare.
Let down your guard, let colors softly creep.
For in your darkness, love I long to keep.
Together we'll find solace, hand in hand.
You're my shooting star in this emo land.
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