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Never in Pen
I could never write my life in pen.
Put the record on again.
This song is a key
To a door
In my iridescent heart.
It's part of the things you wish you knew.
Every keystroke is a clue.
Dance on the strings
Of a violin
Made of velvet.
Can you catch the glittering rain in a glass?
My wings change colors with my mask.
The melody plays on
In secret
In madness.
And you may never really know what lies here.
These cages and realms withering away the years.
The sun ignites
Into something deeper
Never to be so forgotten.
