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 Jul 2014 nour
Sia Jane
Baby Dancer
 Jul 2014 nour
Sia Jane
She was always a sad girl,
I often think she was born sad,
You know, right from the start,
Right from day one,
Before the world,
&
Its cruelty,
Even made a mark on her purified soul.

Her eyes as wide
&
Lingering as an everlasting look.

It was as though,
Her sorcerer magic bestowed on,
By Kings
&
Queens of a heavenly realm,
Were too much for this world;
Indeed,
That her very first cry,
Signifying life,
Was too much.

She perhaps,
Indeed,
Was too much,
For this world.

© Sia Jane
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