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A little girl splashing in the rain Among cesspools and fantasy green Kicking up the moss, ferns, dogshit Soiling her unspoiled baby shoes Mummy can't grab hold of her Her arms are tiny ***** of light She thrives on carrot mush and mischief Fox **** can't throw her off It's a fresh scent, her button nose Doesn't yet crinkle; sour is captivating She doesn't know there are homeless men She's stamping on the mulch The fairies nip at her ankles, they'll sew Her a twiggy crown for her damp curls Later, a pebble, chiselled, bitter, Thrown vindictively from a high-rise window Will try to knock it down She'll learn about money and hate And scream at the rain Like she's trying to lacerate it Maybe she'll watch it bleed Someone will break her heart and nobody Will be there to make it right Apart from maybe a smelly poet Eating a takeaway dinner A few decades away in a stinking room Probably boozed up A little girl splashing in the dogshit Unaware of gypsies, robbers, death And me just stood there trembling Thinking lucky, Lucky her.
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
young enough for rain
A little girl splashing in the rain Among cesspools and fantasy green Kicking up the moss, ferns, dogshit Soiling her unspoiled baby shoes Mummy can't grab hold of her Her arms are tiny ***** of light She thrives on carrot mush and mischief Fox **** can't throw her off It's a fresh scent, her button nose Doesn't yet crinkle; sour is captivating She doesn't know there are homeless men She's stamping on the mulch The fairies nip at her ankles, they'll sew Her a twiggy crown for her damp curls Later, a pebble, chiselled, bitter, Thrown vindictively from a high-rise window Will try to knock it down She'll learn about money and hate And scream at the rain Like she's trying to lacerate it Maybe she'll watch it bleed Someone will break her heart and nobody Will be there to make it right Apart from maybe a smelly poet Eating a takeaway dinner A few decades away in a stinking room Probably boozed up A little girl splashing in the dogshit Unaware of gypsies, robbers, death And me just stood there trembling Thinking lucky, Lucky her.
lilacdom08
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18/F/London
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
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