Soft things are always left jagged.
A size five shoe is too small enough to explore everything in the world;
Like ones ears not facing, hearing any demons.
Tiny but liberated; this is all this child needs - space.
No strands blinding her sight;
And as for the strange whispers,
there's no time to be dealt with here.
So stand back world - here she comes.
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La Coiffure
PoetryAllons-y! Down a saccharine trail; why? I may ask what it will bring. Does the past have a history; Where's the visionary input? On our clothes, in our hair. We as women seem to forget the boon that set us forward- our glamorous minds never cease...
