Sometimes,
she need be reminded of this childlike ambition I once had
in outweighing the mortal blows of reality
that every stride of prick and puncture
will do justice to a self-fulfilling achievement
yearned since the stealing of her innocence
that by the cold sweat of her brows
future contentment shall materialize
in the palms of her hand
like a wishing feather forever rested
to the swaying of the winds.
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