Seasons pass, birds fly,
twinkling hues, circle of stars
A gift for your Soul.
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Love circles me, you
deep in swollen pink velvet
blush with pride, equals.
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I would be the tiny, buzzing superhero fly that would be able to listen in on anyone’s conversation. I would be anywhere, at anytime, flying, swooping and most importantly eavesdropping on those people I instinctively don’t trust. I would be able to expose the nasty, condescending person in town for who she really is. Her fake, sugary facade would surface as the scheming manipulator showed her true sarcastic and malevolent self. I am super- fly, I listen, I watch and yes, I tattle.
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