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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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#NooPoo94
28.7.21

mo chuisle <3
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