my they start so small murmured the princess silkenly
almost leaning into the grate where the baby dragons slept
and slept and shone
oh who would think
that when they’ve grown
rumbling armoured in chartreuse, complete-
down to their perfect fuchsia toenails
that they would thrive
splitting the villagers needlessly. endlessly...
if you have a heart, keep it.
if you have a dream, be still within it..
if you have a shadow sew it to the stars
and lose your name.
mary angela douglas 7 august 2013
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