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I stop dead in a shop

Looking around at people

Seeing their future

Dreading the past



One looks at me

A little kid of 5

And says a thing

That was shocking



She said I was a angel

With wings of pearl white

And a golden dress

Wrapped round



Looking at each other

She put her hand

Into her pocket

And pulled out a bracelet



Holding it up

I saw an angel

With a gold dress

And White wings spread out



I felt weird for Im not

I feel as a dragon

An evil thing of fire

Not a beautiful angel



Tell me one thing

So I understand

Do you believe me,

Or a girl of 5?



I knelt down and said

"Believe that you are

What you want to be!"

She knodded and went