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Sleeping Beauty II

Watching her tiny precious light.. Standing at the kitchen's window wearing Hand me downs, worn blue dress; her auburn Strawberry curls hiding her dreamful eyes; gazing Through this lonely wishful glass ? Just to lie within A bed of dust; rest her weary mind, escape the rust... Her beauty's heart in a tin can, if you must; sleep, sleep, sleep.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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