Rainbow child
finds applause
she takes her time, in the poplar trees
the perfect girl, for a fragile world
she sees it all as a Russian doll
orphan song, and streetlight anthems
cancer hooks, and strobe light dancing
line my face, with muddy hands
be my weatherwoman, for all confessions
she sees it all as a Russian doll
peel it off slowly
your wooden armour
(she looks inside and nothing else matters)
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