The way they look at me you'd guess I was deformed
Or something.
Maybe just ashamed;
We know that one's true.
And how about that hair?
Or the way she gasps for air?
I wonder why she's purple.
Her blood runs to flee the circle.
Three months later and she's home
For better or worse
The outsiders never know
Don't look!
No sense in remembering.
Flashes! Flashes!
We all fall
Down.
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