Wild Child

July 19, 2013
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she slept with her eyes wide open and
breathed in galaxies of dust butterflies
her deep sighs drew grey plumes in
the chilly wintry air and she counted
in her dreams; one, two three
before unfurling into the sky
so high she never could quite land

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