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Dad daughter.

by @kenna-marie

what an unsuccessful dream got me imagining i’m metamorphosing into some queen gag me with a torch, not liable for these factions don't put this on me, i was born into royalty polish the handrails, don't forget you can't be late. fashionably late at best, when everything in reality is such a mess curtsy my dear madam, or else you might be damned "twirl around let me see those perky curls!" why do i put you on a pedestal when all you do is drool over another's way desire doesn't lay here with the underpaid service maids father i'm so much stronger than the curtains or the drapes hear me out for there isn't much time i'm afraid the clocks passed nine and tea is in due time i understand your master plan it would be grand if i had a say in the upper hand seems like you're golden does it seem like you're weak oh because it does to me
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Feb 11, 2018
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#love#hate#daughter#sad#father#family
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