"Chipmonk" cheeks and a shy pretty smile a bit chubby at 9 loving spirit intellectually curious asking oh so many questions pondering as she sits and watches the sunrise early on the back steps as the sun eases it's way across the yard... other times laughting with those pretty dimples light shining, not knowing her brightness like that orange moon Badu sung about repelled and hardened him against his own flesh and blood prefering only slim earnest and easy pickings that validate the ego cause he feels oh so misunderstood between intoxiction and sweet sobriety seeking the one instead who absorbs only his words and his alone quickly like a sponge so grounded deeply into subconsciousness turning off that other's light justifying motive, existence and self-absorption singular, never plural as the undisputed gospel illusions that hold and eclipses her light tragically and feverently to this day.
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In the cover of morning before anyone woke "Don't tell your sister !" He whispered It's Saturday.... before the good cartoons came on Dutifully seated, by his side, riding off into the morning sun, skinny brown legs in knee socks Two braids eyes shining, big grin Cause Daddy always makes her laugh and she feel like a princess she is his favorite afterall in a magical kingdom all their own with hamburgers, french fries and ice cream with a cherry on top but hide the glow, my love and all the words planted within.. lifelong seeds When we get home.
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