she's a lady like a stain in your head
all swirling blues
all pulsing reds
all hard dug down into
the fibers of the fabric of
your mind
she's a lady like a stain
that no tide could make clean
that no all could scrub new
and no ancient chinese secret could strip away
she's a lady like a stain
deep and rich
in the center
like the color of joy
or the lasting memory of fate
she's a lady like a stain in your head
and you just can't get her out
a lady like a stain soaked
deep into the very cracks of your soul
and I wouldn't call it love
but I was definitely a different color

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