I'm wishing on a vagrant star
nomadic thoughts freeze my heart
tattered dress
face a mess
could I be Picasso's art?
pieced together like a toy
broken by this fading joy
not all gone
but done all wrong
gave my heart to the wandering boy
this dream was mine for for the waking
hand to mouth with fingers quaking
fate is sealed
wounds will heal
shades and secrets ever fail me
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