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Poetic Princess From San fran to Amsterdam
The news
Caused blues
To everybody who knew
The fervent young thang
With the eyes of mortality
The one who wrote poetry
Her life was never desecrated
And everyone is devastated
And they played number 12
On Zhane’s first cd- just like I told them
Flowers laced her golden mane
And her face was left plain
Only bearing the simper
Going out to those who tried to trip her
Knowing she’d only raise up
And bring her plays up
Never letting her guard down
Because everybody around
Was trying to do her
Wrong
But regardless of this demise
Her son will grow strong
Her soul kisses his face
As she flies to her place
Between the stars and the moon
She’ll be back very soon
Because her purpose was incomplete
She has yet to defeat
Life
And as she looks down
She can see the ground
Covered in flowers and paper
And the words that escaped her
And she peers to the headstone
Over the place her body calls home
It reads
Poetry possessed her heart and mind
A word she didn’t like she would never find
She rests with fallen stars and the man in the moon
Grinning because
-she’ll be back soon
