lost in place

a wraparound inside your mind

she’s boring holes until you’re blind

all tangled up inside your hair

daring you with a devil’s stare

leaves her lingering sweetart trace

in everywhere- in every place

never has too far to go

a wing a prayer a wish a blow

wont you ever not forget

that’s she’s your little amulet

then you wont have to take the blame

when you can’t remember her name

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