SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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My story By Nicole

My story is told
Behind the scenes.
Whispers...

My story is stored
In the movement of the wind.
Captured...

My story has been scrambled
By AI, so its dark secrets remain secret.
Shhhh…

I grew up in a bubble, 
It popped in my mid-twenties.
I miss that bubble, 
I didn’t enjoy it then.
I was anxious and helped
Strike the needle at its core.
'Cause my youth was tame, 
And I wasn’t myself yet,
"Who Am I?” - I searched,
I fought like a wild one
To become the eagle 
I am today.

My story is told
Behind the scenes.
Whispers...

My story is stored
In the movement of the wind.
Captured...

My story has been scrambled
By AI, so its dark secrets remain secret.
Shhhh…

I lived most of adult life 
As a triple agent,
One life of goodness 
And purity and zing,
Another life a raging party
With boos and smoke,
And another as  
A psychic conspiracy artist 
Of solving puzzles
And re-writing songs.
I’m a multi-tasker and queen
Of wearing different outfits,
One with shades 
And royal earrings.
But I don’t party anymore,
A break from all conspiracies 
Is due too, 
But I can’t be good 
All the time,
“Can I?”

My story is told
Behind the scenes.
Whispers...

My story is stored
In the movement of the wind.
Captured...

My story has been scrambled
By AI, so its dark secrets remain secret.
Shhhh…

My greatest strokes
Are from starting things up
And following through,
I’ve got a zillion projects 
To my name.
And an ability 
To project loveliness 
Even when all is bruised.
My middle name is Nicole, 
And that is what I pen  
When my project is dealing 
With movements of stars 
Or a Trail of Tears.
I can wipe up 
A great big mess,
And be a hot mess all together.

My story is told
Behind the scenes.
Whispers...

My story is stored
In the movement of the wind.
Captured...

My story has been scrambled
By AI, so its dark secrets remain secret.
Shhhh…

I live in a parallel world
To everyone else,
Me & my schizo brain.
I rise in the morning late
Because I have no
Son or daughter.
My belly is round
And my shape womanly,
I get sexed up easily
And I love my spouse,
I would not remarry
For any reason,
Because I am dedicated
To Love, 
Of both my friends 
And family,
And James Brian.
No one is replaceable,
Even I am unique,
Even from my clone,
For I am Nicole, the initiated - 
She is Michelle Ma Belle.

My story does not 
Go unnoticed.
Whoosh!….

My story is told
Behind the scenes.
Whispers…

My story is stored
In the movement of the wind.
Captured…

My story has been scrambled
By AI, so its dark secrets remain secret.
Shhhh…

There's gossip of a broken heart
That has mostly mended.
Of a story lassoed
By a band of spirits rising.
Be quiet!
Because I rewrote
​The music of the kings.

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