part I:

out of sight
and out of mind
cold blue stars and heart-shaped lines
forever feeling in disguise
or rather trapped in that ivory tower of mine?

in this rain, I am me
but in this pain, I am she
out of place
and out of time
where are those clocks that chime?



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