She drags herself into my view
She's a wreck and I'm in love
With all that is her madness
Like a coat hung on her words
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Stephanie Fobert, that was my siren of disaster, we never formally did it, but I came close a couple of times, she was emotionally damaged goods, and I was the grocer ready to help her. Unfortunately we lost track, good for my sanity, but I don't know what has happened to her. Thanks for remind me of her.
Written with poetic originality and genius, but terribly sad. However a truly great piece.
The right kind of craziness intrigues us: we feel ourselves falling toward that dizzying interiority. Being crazy, she has a lot going on inside, and we want to explore it. Your words capture the fascination.