Through the waves of a brand new day she speaks to me and I know she is right
because when she acts out her dreams they’re in black’n’white
so I know no trickery could enter the mix
she’s my perfect blended fix
we talk on levels; even, flat
I speak in rhymes, she talks in facts
the match is exquisite and perhaps divine because, through any madness,
I am hers a…
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