I knew this one girlnDrowned in her own curlsnCandy colored swirlsnThat never seemed to endnnI could not comprehendnHalf what she said to menSo casuallynAll our tender ears would bend (?)nnTales of ritual self torturenShe's making you abort yournCarefully laid plansnTo make a final standnRest the world to hand (?)nScoreless victory for serendipity