She took you to high places
She took you to low places
And you wished you could come up with a better story about how you met
She was not tangible in the flesh and blood way
Her form was a vague outline, obscure at best
And I can't remember anything from this point on or before
I knew she had a sister named schizophrenia
With an alternate personality named January
Who breathed fire at strangers
And I knew they named newly discovered animal species on a far away island after her
But none of that mattered to what we share
Now I remember
We shared an intimate moment
Vowed to remain heroes and heroines
But let living overwhelm us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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