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Beauty Runs Jagged MAG
as pink clouds
float
on the horizon
over the highway
only a smile
can shadow my sorrow
and just as well,
knowing
that the one who sheds a tear
does the world a great injustice
and
above this world
i float
on my flying carpet
i, the chivalrous one,
am adored.
i am invincible.
as it is never noticed
when the king stands alone.
so i smoke another cigarette
and at the break of dawn
i trip
falling again
to escape
into the next room.
once upon a time
a raven came unto me.
her long, silky waves
two summers ago
fade away like a dream
that by this time
has always been a memory
then came the girl from the commune
with fair, feathery hair
and a spring of life
in her stately laugh
and a flowing, violet, floral skirt
that helped her to glide
with the gentle breeze
that my outstretched hand
fell straight through
because it was only a mirage.
and then there was
the wild child
who never held still for a moment
and i touched her softly
not to admit it.
so young and restless
rode her horse away on the wind
there is a simple girl
who hides her eyes
because they blend into her face.
she wants to be a virtuous woman.
she is foreign to me
she belongs somewhere else
and from there,
staring into the looking glass,
she can see me
from her pedestal
there is pity in those eyes
that fade away.
she asks me if i care
i tell her i'll be leaving soon anyway.
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