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she was the kind of girl to become a memory and she liked it that way and on the wall often she stayed just a thought in remembrance or forgiveness to deny she never told a lie and taped bricks to her back so that she can appear tall over broken fences then go on peer over baby girl and see she was the kind of girl that could remember everything about anything through her senses she relives it her vessel can blend in wall sitter how's the view she was the kind of girl that didn't have a kind that didn't have a kind that didn't have a kind discovered new feelings and places happiness, disgraces and pressed on her fingertips never changed yet always changing