slipping away into the evening
she dances on tip-toe like a high minx;
her giggles break into soulful melodies
she had the most amazing smile
that can make the hands of the clock
dropp six feet under, irretrievable
her eyes shine like a thousand moons
melting even the demon’s intent
into a liquid flower, gleaming and healing
she gently sits on the sleeping grass
tucks her hair behind her ears,
as she whispered lullabies into tangible stars
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