She was too colorful for you
Slithering rainbows and wild
Butterflies
A loud summer that
Smelt like a teen spirit, and
Your nose grew used to the
Whiffs of Dormilones,
Obedient and coy
Lo, little boy, step aside
And let the men with
Iron in their marrows
Handle the raging storm
In feminine form, you
Were born too soft
For this.
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