Once, there was a girl.
She was lonely.
She talked to her little wooden frog all day.
She colored her burned white horse in sharpie.
She wore obscure clothes.
She would wear a top hat every day.
She would stare at her cherry trees, close her eyes, and sigh.
She named her trees.
She was lonely.
She felt she wanted something, needed, something.
When she especially felt this way,
She felt ridiculously swollen and broken.
She had no way to releive herself of this,
So she would read.
Read away.
Read untill she was no were in sight.
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