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beneath a bowl of concrete coloured sky
wildfire hair and lion’s eyes
stab diamonds through my heart
but how come she evolves?
how come she sees more?
how come she’s so fragile?
when I ask for more?
and when I reach the bottom
and when I can’t go on any more
when life’s air-con overwhelms me
when it penetrates my bones
she’s there when she’s needed
to pick me up again
she’s hiding in a tiny corner of my mind