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Bletherism
A nervous twitch
Now she sees only stars
for sure
It's hard to see
why nothing will stand still
for her
A nervous twitch
can bring you to your knees
for sure
The world inside
her head still seems intact
to her
The world is blurred
like ripples in the air
a nervous twitch
It's hard to see clearly
It's hard to see at all
It's too late, it's too late
It's over
She sees clearly now
It's not too late
© copyright 2001 Crouton