She Is Me
this is not about me, this is about her, this is not about merely sunlight, this is about her sunlight, and vibrancy, and frequency, this is about last summer, this is about my summer, me watching her lay in the sun, this is about my subconscious, and this is about what she told me, about her son, Daliyia she screams, in the distance all i see are cornfields, and dandelions, and sunshine, but somehow she sees me, so of course I eventually scream, "life cannot grow where woman hasn't been", I thought you said this wasn't about me, and I thought you said this was about her, I am convinced that I feel this sunlight, but I am still conflicted about last summer, why did you just watch me lay under the sun, more importantly, why didn't you run, why did you run from her, she is me.
Daliyia Part 2
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