My Princess
i will not tell
my daughter that
she can be anything
she wants.
i will tell her
to be herself;
and then anything
she wants
will float beautifully
towards her
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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