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π’žπ’½β„―π“‡π“‡π“Ž β„¬π“β„΄π“ˆπ“ˆβ„΄π“‚ 𝒒𝒾𝓇𝓁 . . . πœ—πœš

i wear ribbons in my hair ,
soft whispers of the morning air . . .
laces twirl , a pink ballet ,Β 
like the clouds at the break of day . . .

tiny shoes with bows that gleam ,
as if i'm in a dream . . .
lips the shade of rose in bloom ,
i paint my world with sweet perfume . . .

a gaze that's shy , a hear that's free ,
i dance beneath the willow tree . . .
with every step , the world does fade ,
in a fantasy i've made . . .

- 18th january , saturday

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i wear my dress with lace and cream ,Β 

a secret thought , a whispered dream . . .Β 

little socks with frills so sweet ,

like the rhythm of my heart's soft beat . . .

soft curls frame my innocent face ,
in your gaze , i find my place . . .
lips that blush , a delicate hue ,
i wait for a glance , so warm and true . . .

a heart that flutters , a soul that's light ,
i linger in the quiet night . . .
with every glance , my world does bloom ,
a love that fades , the darkened gloom . . .

- 20th january , mondayΒ 



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