little girl lost.
she takes herself so seriously.

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the river flows like
a flower growing in spring
slowly, and quiet.

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& sometimes, like the feeling of wanting, she would find a strange-sad beauty within loneliness that made it as irresistible as a lover whose mouth had become too familiar. and she would settle into the night, content with its strange & endless sky.

this is my favourite day
of every month.

the first.

there is nothing better
than turning the page
and starting something
so brand new