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[greenstorm]

You'd like her, you say, she does her own thing
You'd like her, you say, she has a farm
You'd like her, you say, she is artsy
You'd like her, you say, she never married
You'd like her, you say, she's a vet tech
You'd like her, you say, she gardens
You'd like her, you say, she has chickens and stuff

Your words cast my shadow onto the wall
Dancing, flickering, distorted
A manic pixie demon, an archetype
And as all shadows showing the outline of surface only.
If you knew me, I think, if you knew me you'd say:

You'd like her, she moves snails off the sidewalk
You'd like her, she volunteers for the food bank
You'd like her, she's the one who keeps choir free
You'd like her, she doesn't think we should kill people
You'd like her, she does animal rescue
You'd like her, she thinks both lives and details are important
You'd like her, she strives for both comfort and survival