A shape half imagined
eludes my grasp
seems like a gold ring
seems like an asp
seems like a feather
seems like a knife
now you think it's funny
but this is my life
If I can't get the shape
will I always be stalled
is to find it to get lucky
or to get called
stop thinking about it
I wish that I could
if I could cut the shape out
you know that I would
what
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