Called a Lady
A little girl
Who has been called a lady
Feels the dirty world beneath her sacred palms
Her muse exasperates with love
But no one is there to capture thy air
Her only time for herself
Is Captured and left to be beyond her only use
Nights left untouched
Tears left to be dried
Playing amongst arctic winds
With only thy lonely but lovingly ( Read more... )
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