the girl, pt. 2

she walked quickly, and alone.

she was so tiny and broken, sharp as broken glass in her pain.

fierce and small, she stood alone.

she kissed the trees with her fingertips as she passed by them.

puddles were opportunities to her, opportunities for mischief.

proud, she stood in the wind and defied it.

painfully honest and totally false, she whimsied her way through life.

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