
She trespasses the confines of this purple forest, the one I just i m a g i n e d My legs dangling in the air— u n n e r v e d by the lack of motion of recent days She twists and turns and sings and rhymes— Mother of verse Sister of bored d e s p a i r— with frenzied flow Her feet tapping to the sound of a tune only I can h e a r
Woooooow! Gesh this is good!
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oooooo thanks so much for saying so B., once again i wasn’t quite sure about this one 😅
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Well I’m glad you posted it 🙂
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Thanks lovely 🙂
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Interesting title!
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Haha may even seem a slight contradiction yes…thank you!!! 🙂
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