A little girl who plays on her lonesome ’til gaining one such chance or another – a dream to monumentally explode whilst entirely coping
She will hold these hard-boiled candies against her soft fabric and smile a constant mile-wide
These people are waiting for her, ready to gesticulate and finally make an outright impression
When their Sunday’s finest attire would only ever do
She will fall on into their every juxtaposed life and suppose a thing or two, teach them how to truly breathe again
When they took her in like the most beautiful and resolute girl in the whole wide world
That sought after Rosemary explosion dressing itself on up, about to occur all of the way over

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