Daisy
Her name was Daisy
but not to me.
Her name was also beautiful
and soft
and vulnerable.
She walked like sunshine
and danced like rain.
She knew not to talk to strangers
and she ran very fast,
but not fast enough.
Her name was Daisy
but not to me.
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