On A Table,
Lying In The Light Of The Projector,
Out Of Focus.
She Just Change Colors
Instead Of Faces
That Try To Strip Her Of A Name.
Now Her Shadow
Rises To Shake Off Clothes
Until We Both Match.
The Light Flickering Its Way Off
And All That's Left On
Is That Song About James Dean
And Blue Jeans.
CK
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