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Aug 2
There she goes the little princess
In her garden, majestic place
Filled with flowers and a well
There she looks at her own face

She sees golden curls support a crown
Made of rubies, silver and gold
And then she sees a little frown,
As her middle name was never told

She sees her eyes, the deepest green,
She sees her rosy and plum cheeks,
Across, a smile - the widest she's seen,
She sees her lips that truth don't speak.

She hides a secret deep inside
She acts like she already forgot
That her heart is a bit dried,
And sometimes it feels like it's a knot

It was revealed to her one day,
In a forgotten book she read
Her garden wasn't hers to stay
Or else the flowers will all be dead

She packed her things, she sold her crown
She then was told her middle name
' t was Hope and now she went downtown
To buy her ticket for her train...
Written by
Carmen Jane  36/F/Seattle
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