Into the city scape
Keep left, keep right
Order of the words.
Like the silver ring
Broken on the cement floor
I've unraveled it all
To seem peculiar and strange
Foreign and obscene
Do it up that dress
Let your hair fall so
Just so know one knows
What they already knows
It make sense
In the review mirror
When you can glance
At a past
Not worth a dime
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