Throwback

I’ll never be the perfect twenty something, I fell too far down the crevice for that
I’ll never be Pru Halliwell with her fresh face and perfect black
But I’m charmed in other ways as I’m sure you know
I can’t move objects with my mind but I can make you go
And you fall so easily at the drop of a hat
All men must die but you live forever and I wasn’t expecting that
You hold time on a string, you’re so very Dr Strange
As you bend reality all will rearrange
And that cloak flip fits the bill as you smack it to and fro
You gaze your resting worried eyes like you are John Snow
Peering into my soul like I am the bottom of a well
Your personal helicon, I’ll be narcissistically yourself

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