Struck
Sifting through the bargain clothes
At the bargain store
She was tall as the sky
Covered in marks of life
Creating her own blue song
Through poetic motion
She radiated mystery
Shining the light I need
the light I want to be
She must be a product of magic
She must see through another realm
No need for words
Her spirit is where reality blurs
Forever writing her own blue song
Through perpetual poetic motion
She radiates the mystery
She is the very light I need
the light I want to be
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