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She
November 12, 2002

She speaks to me softly
Her words like heroin in my veins
As I weep
Stained behind a red velvet curtain
Suddenly in the spotlight
I breathe easy as she turns the key
Watch the steel door to my world
Open for her, ever so gracefully

She knows all of my hiding places
Draws me out, leaves her mark as well as some traces
An angel of blue, she's meaningful and true
With eyes like endless oceans and restless tides
She longingly confides,
Pulling me nearer from behind the blacks of my eyes