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the dust on the dresser and other life lessons

in the morning she baked bread

a peasant girl in her head

at night time she was a queen

in the high tower

in her dreams

at 4 pm she was just herself

I'm very happy to say

it was secretly her favorite time

she had run out of flour

and the high tower

was still a bit of a climb

without a crown

or apron strings

in the afternoon

she was just her

she was crazy


she was weird

she was goofy

she was aimless with nothing to do

but there in that moment

stripped of her wonders

she really was pretty cute

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