.Practice.

Danger is my cuppa tea
and my risk is my life
all I know and all I learn
is how to sacrifice
This day's meant
to be spent
in dreaming,
and in good time
I'll make one true
it's up to you
I'll crack until I'm fine
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Today I feel like being wild
like letting loose this little child
that's pawing at my insides
that's saying,
"hey!!
let's go and play!
I can't stand to wait
another day!"
and so I'll let her loose
I'll crack out the dress
and tall black boots
and laughter,
shrill
will fill
this tall young girl
who's still a child
---

Caving in
a little leaf
shaking fear
breath is brief
trembling worry
eyes glance,
flurry
of emotions
stuck inside
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Paint-brush striped
she's painted white
from head to toe
like floured dough
softly powdered
pale yet stained
blood red
dots her lips
the circle dips
down to round,
pout and pucker
a little flower