I am a head-case, I am the color of boom, that's never arriving at (you) are the opera, always on time and in tune.
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
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I am a head-case, I am the color of boom, that's never arriving at (you) are the opera, always on time and in tune.
