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Hey, sharp girl.

Keep on flying knife boomerang,

cutting all theier heads off while they

stand dumbfounded by your speed.

Too sharp for a lover it seems,

that gets old sometimes, when they are lagging behind,

asking you why you have to keep on running.

When they are looking for themselves in you,

and frowning at your steel white cunning.



Hey, sharp girl,

don't let anyone slow you down.

You are the true freedom flyer with wings of gold

away from the dreary pace of home,

they are humans and you are apollo.

And rise out of that place,

learn so much you can get away,

even if it means losing the ones with whom you were made.

You've still got sharp sisters who can

keep up.

You've still got places to put your

feet up.



DOES THIS LOOK LIKE ITS HURTING YOU?

WILL YOU COME HERE AND SCRATCH IN HELPLESSNESS

AT THE FACT THAT I AM BETTER OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE?

No.

No you will not because you will never see this.

You are a child.

You are someone I must protect,

someone I must censor my power from because it makes you scared,

something wild, something shared.

You are loved but sheltered.



Keep on, sharp girl.

You razor boomerang will go far in your circles of glory.

You sickle dagger will pierce hearts far and wide in your stories,

and you will be free to love the wind and the night.

Keep writing, sharp girl.

Always keep writing.