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May 2017
It was at one point
The flight of fancy free
I'm able now
To think in resolution
Of when I wore a sparkly blue skirt
Wild wigs
Rolling into The Electric Forest sunshine
And my forest love, I think he musta gone
Gone and done it
Because I moved on
And fell into a love
I couldn't fathom really reaching.

But I ******* tried
I gave it everything I had
With all my mighty might
And like a switch blade
I see the graffiti on the walls
Of the old Philadelphia building
Running around town
I return to that girl
That woman
Clicking wildly
Lets record everything
I don't have the answers
And I wanted to find out
Who would stand next to me, solidly
But I just don't know
Its not in the cards
Not now.

So I stand next to myself
Like a xylophone
That I use to play
In the same uniform colored shirts
As all the little boys and girls
Around me swirling
Let me sing a solo
I got one line
And I ******* lived for that ****.

So swap, flip
Me right back into
The arms, we tower
And lick each other down
With what I'm sure we've both been through
But the pain doesn't fester
I befriend it
Into the wild trample
Of being a modern woman.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Logan Robertson
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