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...written on 2009-04-18, @ 4:17 p.m.
Touch our lips and lies, little girl. Read rivers like braille flowing over your finger tips. These rapids are only bumps along the way.
Don't hear a sound. Shut out the musical beat of water on dams saving cities. Just let those little butterfly wings flutter with all the secret sighs you found in the roadblocks today. Sign me a song of happenstance.
Be silent, don't let the deers hear you over the thunder of waterfalls. Just wait, be still, until the unicorns come. Pretty little thing, just be innocent and wait.
In the morning we'll bind you to the real world and you'll learn. You'll learn to look for pretty lights and how your mother frustrates us or how she hates all these invaders.
You'll learn that you have no secrets and we have too many. But baby girl, you will never stop being innocent. There will never be a day where you know just what is wrong and just how badly some people want to make it right.
People keep saying your tough, that we're saving you, but you don't need to be saved, chiclet. You just keep popping out smiles when we surprise you and we'll just keep trying not to bring on the tears