Conform. Turn into me
Twist disform become me
Thats what she said
Deep voice dark eyes
Mouth tight and words made of knives
Stabbing my dream clouds
So hard they begun to rain on my parade
“I have a dream” she said
Spitefully “One big sharade!”
So I twisted I disformed
I became her
Voice deeper eyes darker
Lips tighter and each time I spoke
Down went anothers dream cloud.
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Amazing! Simple, strong, superb.