Just can’t be
a page in someone history
a fragment of time
some sort of pattern
that comes and goes
the sort of wide-eyed woman
no one knows
just can’t be
a graveyard crush love
lingering ‘round on a hot august day
the blast from te past
that pusht her way back, let her stay
whatever I am, not differently al all
am still that girl, then and now
who tries to stand tall
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