Antique lace
Antique lace
plastic face
so unnatural
trying to laugh
whilst in a difficult place
you cant change me
in something im not
wild dancing on the green vetch
secure in remoteness
as the world rises and falls
chilled as a crystal belfry
of a glazen star
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