The Girl in Red
She is a queen of all watery canons,
She is a time in its own dimension,
She is a cause without a beginning,
She is a majesty, the heart is forgiven,
She is a turnip, attached to the vine,
She’s waiting for harvest to come,
She’s on Texas time,
She’s out of this world in imagination,
She is like the thin air,
The smell of carbon fresh,
Right from up there.
by Ryan Ventriloquist
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