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little savage
deep down those wells for eyes
i believe greatness often skips
a generation in a bloodline,
it's those eyes
that cry thunder and lightning
hoping to strive for something better
than my ancestors ever dreamed of,
the same eyes
that stare into my portrait
having the cheek to inform me
about getting old & hairy
as i wish happy birthdays in kisses
how savage she is;
in all her curiosity for a strange wilderness
befriending humans & beasts
her eyes come across,
a mischievous giggle waiting to erupt
in a vast world
waiting to be shaken by her footprints
wherever she decides to take
her own steps,
a girl who constantly reminds me
you can never erase
the soul of a gypsy
when they've pounded feet
into soil they dare
to walk upon,
i believe
greatness
often skips
a generation
in a bloodline
my little
savage;
walk on
walk on
walk on.
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