The way she see the world seems the way
she reads
And all the letters become shuffled every
season
And her the world becomes a schizophrenic
poetry
And her place is in the white space
between the lines of it
as long as someone give her their fantasies
she'll not stay enclosed in her own
melancholy
As she draw, the world is going througth
her guts
And as she scribbles, it's no longer there
If she plunges into her own intimacy
back to the drawning and makes it
repugnant
Getting involed in a world of fantasy
All she needs to live here is guaranteed
Innocent child at playing
Absurdity into the shapes
Colors echant the landscape
And the black will take her as a funny game

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