Her Child
I guess and gust a wish infregment,
I sleep one night and never wake up,
she mixed sugar and butter, ate it all
all alone in her room.
Why couldn't I see her for her beauty
then realized her confidence in art
She became my friend, we accepted
her Ray's of beauty.
And my friend went drowning in pain,
they couldn't see how she was moving.
Dragging her suit case to victory still fights
with her innocent weight.
Plantard Dacull
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