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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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Nadya Antoinette

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