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In falsetto I know she is there,
Curling her brains like fire of swears,
Her teardrops uncircle the square bridges of her face,
Creating amnesia from the issues of haste,
Deflecting the throws of imaginary forces,
Raising the adversary of life’s misfortune,
Such is the power of a jagged straight hook,
Jostling the debate that he wanted the look,
Here is the most important issue of disingenuous,
A jazzy creature that contempts continuous,
I had not talented the miracles as she stayed trapped,
Unable to move the betwisted flaps,
Schoolmatic adrenalin to buy gold from the schemes,
A crowd less attentive to the black life scene,
A source of tragedy that less could be found,
Inside her emotions trapped by sound,
Blues she push to reanimate,
Guilt of crush to infiltrate,
And some songs there in falsetto,
Problems hard for problems mellow.
