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Sparks gleam from an emerald crown Sitting on the dead woman's head; a frown Forever fixed on her face, Resting upon the decaying throne with a calm grace Appearing ready to be swallowed when the ground Breaks; "look what I've found!" Says the girl benevolently. "Such a nice hat". Gently, She removes, with innocent hands, power And places it on the grass around the flower Chain she has construed with nimble Fingers, not fully understanding the symbol of her actions: She can change the world.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
my hope for Girls
Sparks gleam from an emerald crown Sitting on the dead woman's head; a frown Forever fixed on her face, Resting upon the decaying throne with a calm grace Appearing ready to be swallowed when the ground Breaks; "look what I've found!" Says the girl benevolently. "Such a nice hat". Gently, She removes, with innocent hands, power And places it on the grass around the flower Chain she has construed with nimble Fingers, not fully understanding the symbol of her actions: She can change the world.
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25/M/Edinburgh
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
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