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BRUISES...

    Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, head slung back, auburn curls feathering out, Swirling, twirling, whirling, round and round.                                 ¤                                                             Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, carefree and dancing with wild abandonment. Melodies of ghostly violins vibrated in tragedy and despair.                                             ¤                                                          Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, arms spread wide, an unearthly smile playing bout her lips. Round and round, abandoned and free.                                                   ¤                                                         Poor little girl, cloaked in polka dots of blue, swirling, twirling, whirling, round and round, dancing to melodies vibrating in tragedy and despair, young, wild and free.                                               ¤                                                                                                                                                                                  
Written by SURVIVOR
Published | Edited 2nd Jan 2016
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