unlimited streams of beautiful queens
pass each day with much fanfare.
in their dreams their conscious screams
to be held by someone who cares.
tucked into jeans, put on silver screens,
laid bare for the world to stare,
stamped out by machines, and placed in scenes
where from behind frosty eyes they are compared.
you stumbled out of line that evening
when you danced into my space,
breaking out of the assembly line,
contradicting the rules in place.
and returning from your chocolate eyes
i find my mind has been misplaced,
so in this kind of drunken confusion,
all of my steps i begin to retrace.
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