Had never met a sister world
Squelched like sophmore seeds
Under bleeding soil
Finger roots
Ever reaching like
scars scars scars
40 was her number
even when they said it was 10
she wasn’t like the former highway dancers
hitting the rythym
with a heavy hand
staccato flyin’ here
never wanting a square
only wary circled sweets
yeah there were sweets
remember?
Seeking the hider
Under a tapping birdie
You silly little birdie
-INDIGO
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