I am not sugar,

And spice,

And everything nice.


I am fire,

And fear,

And everything queer.


I am lace,

And lightning,

And everyone fighting.


I am worries,

And words,

And old records.


I am music,

And madness,

And sadness.


I am cards,

And calls,

And crumbling walls.


And I can never be defined by just two lines, and one rhyme.



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