It means the queen of the unrequited
Well, the unimaginable, I suppose
It’s more a rude amalgamation
Of, well dear, I don’t know
You see, it tastes a bit like laughing
And it looks a bit like air
It feels a bit like flying
Like, if it wasn’t even there
No, no, it’s not an essence
More a filament of sorts
The spark of an idea
The hope for something more
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