She speaks up even before she knows what's up.
Maybe there's something to that.
Her ignorance yet blissful compliance.
Strange.
For here I am.
Dressed in rags
Wishing for collared shirts,
and gracefully flowing skirts.
It's not part of the scene, but it's part of my dream.
And there she stands,
Imperfection flawlessly played out.
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