Poetry

Come-forth

Fly-by-night, I tickle the child in me, to surrender, to burst, to play, engage, with innocence, with bounce, with allure, to dare, all the while…being prude.

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Come-forth

Fly-by-night, I tickle the child in me, to surrender, to burst, to play, engage, with innocence, with bounce, with allure, to dare, all the while…being prude.

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You’re not what you see

You never imagined,
a flight so harsh.
Yet it isn’t, or is it?
your choice made it real,
there’s no need to heal.

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You’re not what you see

You never imagined,
a flight so harsh.
Yet it isn’t, or is it?
your choice made it real,
there’s no need to heal.

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