renovated images of the girl inside
cut up
dressed down
and fitted to be tied
i slumber , she dreams
of these elaborate schemes
where she's the savior
prove to me please
that this is different
this you
this here
this me
but i fear there's not enough fever left
for me to believe
gaps in my memory
holes in the wall
the night i waited for the fairytale call
trauma and lace and satin and pearls
dressed up to look like all little girls
yet somehow i can still tell that it's me
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