Tan Gentle
She lies, tan gentle lines and curves so sharp
she pairs her heart horizontal to zero
But she can't ignore the signs anymore
For a symptom hopes a cure will appear
Strum soft sweet chords on wire lyre strings, we come
Together to throw arc shadows on walls
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