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Has Been

Some nights I have dreams that I’ve been a California heiress,
down on my luck, but lost, hiking in the mountains,
without a single care in my insular world.
When I was a small child,
I thought I might like to be a Princess,
just a rich white girl,
with tiaras and cars I never drove,
and I drove myself mad at the fantasy that fought against my reality.
California heiress, long lost princess,
daughter of the waves on Caribbean beaches,
you know, my dear, life is so short, so sour and inexplicable,
so I could only fit in so much while my eyes were open.

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