yesterday, in my echoes.

Spinning in a dress now,

I am  a pant girl still inside,

Want to ruin,

Some of your drawings,

Let me in,

Creeping in, I am trying,

Inclusion of excluded dreams

Illusion, I am mystery,

And then him, he says, 

I am his, 

He says, that seat reservation. 

Those things I don’t listen

The lips I haven’t tried,

And these feelings are mobile, 

And this is a scene,

You come and walk me. 

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