The anemic little girl makes the mannequins blush
she fills her pockets with books
to tear herself away from fake tenderness
from flower lovers
she jumps from hat to hat
and with magic tricks disappears
there's no caustic world
no poison that can pollute the blood
she knows where she doesn't want to stay
to protect herself
from The All Same
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 2:52 PM UTC
The anemic little girl makes the mannequins blush
she fills her pockets with books
to tear herself away from fake tenderness
from flower lovers
she jumps from hat to hat
and with magic tricks disappears
there's no caustic world
no poison that can pollute the blood
she knows where she doesn't want to stay
to protect herself
from The All Same
© Chiara Santarelli
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