Cling to Reality
a re-written version of My Secret Sister
my sister, softly whisper your comforts now.
sweep away old memories that tempt you to cry.
a bouncing chubby babe on momma's lap? they're gone.
stay far away, my darling, from these toxic, florid dreams.
these are made of lies.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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