Was a gurl once...
SHE had worlds at her finger tips...
SHE had hair spun like gold...
SHE found secrets in rising canal flows, small tidy drinks, and clothes-lines hung with strange fruits.
HER name echoed when shouted over tides bound by specific gravity - missisippi or otherwise - spoken on by moons and subverted cultures for days...
Missiondesi strategic... - SHE bump atomic crunk... GURL has current like rivers... eroding boundaries - FOREVER...
SHE walked cobblestone... and built a reality based on pinstripped gondoliers and PIGEONS that had the ability to float heartstrings on chorus... like mad... be MAD... drive ME mad...
SHE...
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