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It’s true — I went to Jupiter they smiled and asked what I was drinking
but beautiful people turn ugly when I stop to listen
I saw the breeze from beyond the trees
catch seeds in my glass and eavesdrop with a chill in 89 degrees
I’ve never been a real girl it seems
but I dream
of Violet bent backwards over the grass
spend the day in sunbeams and get its disease
float on the wing of double-means
I seek the world transparent! and concede that the thing only I hear
lives the live fantastic but feels so pretend
what about the reel ever spinning in my head? if I can't unsee the thing I dread
what enemy could lurk around every corner but
myself —