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You started out chasing butterflies with strawberry baskets in hand, so insignificant in their own right
Barefoot splashing in the tides of winding creeks, taking shortcuts to stepping stones
Your dreams were as big as the clouds you never even took the time to gaze upon,
With eyes sparkling in the midday sun, a childlike ferocity held deep within your core shone through your every step

.. The signs always pointed you down the right paths, safe and sound from the world asunder
Sunlight framed your face in a perfect eclipse while you called for natures shams to grace your flesh
The untrodden breadth should have screamed "aposematism" in your favour - instead it whispered luxury
You had pine needles jutting from your vellum heels as I watched you wander away; precariously denying the flush of fragaria vesca that hung their heads to let you pass

... Irresolute on how to perceive dead ends: you, gnarled and bleached by the lap of oak
You scrambled over boulder and crevice only to find collapse was nothing but your suitor in black, caressing your lechery in a labyrinth thicket
Peach scraped patellas and a taste for the rosaceae, you should have seen right through that lush disguise

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From day one you were laced in the notions of prima donna
With your sticks and stones and ivory bones; the only songs left to resound drip memoirs of your hand-crushed wings