there
was
a
lit-
tle
girl
wear-
ing
a
red
dress.
she
is
gone
now.
there
is
an
ol-
der
girl
now
wear-
ing
a
black
dress.
she
is
all
there
will
be
for-
ev-
er-
more.
there
was
a
lit-
tle
girl
wear-
ing
a
red
dress.
she
is
dead.
response to cerulean_wanderess pls do a slow Otterman and hello UnicornAmelie8
and lets just assume that none of these are about me
YOU ARE READING
fire
Poetryshe was the candle that would never go out, even in the breeze of adversity. - a collection of poems
