There was a rift between them,
but this rift,
it was
shifting
splitting
swiftly
..apart
breaching
beaching
and bleaching
…you know -
like Harlow
the icon
wasted away…
the hollow one
not the real one
the hollow one
This is real Camille.
As real as it comes
but you must reveal
Passions, inside
Revealed wide
In graceful glide
An Aerial ballet
into your life
And feel free
...please allow me
To flow
with your tide
along for the ride
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