Let me tell you what will be before it becomes.
A lady of the canyon sans the initiatory beads.
Her ridiculous enthusiasm replaces the rose missing from her mouth.
You and your frightened silence, thinking I don’t understand.
Oh, other people’s parties.
And, the variation between being perfectly in key to wildly outside,
Well, it only becomes me.
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