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Kibble
Her wig was shuffling
Her curls were shivering
As her feelings scraped upon you
Scraped down my spine
Knocked me on my back
As she dashed you away
When you tried so hard
So hard to fit into the puzzle
To fit to her empty feelings
I was dissle dazzled
Our fuzzy earth, our hands snatch away
As our life is hazed in fizzy fuzz
As the time is never time
There's no heart beat
No blistering dawn of humms
Her wig is never wigged
Her curls now are gone
As her scrape is now a melt
