Sticky, sweet
scent of cereal bars
lingering
in her breath,
she wakes me to play with
little kid puzzles.
Hair curls rest
like soft yellow butter cream
on a porcelain
doll face
graced by
sweeping innocence.
She looks at me
and tells me
I'm "cooler than
Cinderella"
scent of cereal bars
lingering
in her breath,
she wakes me to play with
little kid puzzles.
Hair curls rest
like soft yellow butter cream
on a porcelain
doll face
graced by
sweeping innocence.
She looks at me
and tells me
I'm "cooler than
Cinderella"



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