Who did the storm blow in?
A mix of lust and debris,
or modern-day Dorothy?
Her love has many faces,
She'll lure you into foreign lands,
unfamiliar places;
leave you searching for a way back home.
It's a perilous thrill to fall in love,
to fall in love with a girl who's in love with the world;
a world over the rainbow.
A Yellow Brick Road she's destined to follow.
Her soul runs wild,
her love runs free;
like an unchanged melody
in a captive Society.
She holds the key;
forever rewriting her story to be.
No space for empty promises,
or temporary covenants;
don't bring them to the table,
in her land of tales and fables.
She's searching for eternity,
in the land of possibilities.
No storybook confusion,
reality is an illusion.
She is just a character,
in the book of your life.
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