How gracefully you move.
Lost so alone,
wandering the twisted tracks of your,
Shut away from the outside world,
feeling like one of a kind.
Skin like porcelain,
veiled behind your flowing ebony hair.
Intrigued i wonder: what goes on behind,
those piercing blue eyes and,
entrancing vacant stare?
safely locked away in your,
own secure domain.
With every ambitious note you play,
your heart speaks.
Like fate once again, our paths have crossed.
We are together against them, so alone.
Your unique my beautiful freak.
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