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As She looks at the world, Nowhere near as a grown up, Dying to stay as a pup. Ready to be pearled. Even with her temper, As strong as a volcano, Childish ways are a tornado. How can she be this way until December? A flower some say. Viper some call her. Esther some call her. Zeus says her first word was yay.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
A Little Girl
As She looks at the world, Nowhere near as a grown up, Dying to stay as a pup. Ready to be pearled. Even with her temper, As strong as a volcano, Childish ways are a tornado. How can she be this way until December? A flower some say. Viper some call her. Esther some call her. Zeus says her first word was yay.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
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