she had a little rebel in her. a little chaos and a little gentleness. she didn't say much and sometimes she would doze off. she would drift away, dream with the stars and that was ok. she had a little fight in her and every time she built enough courage her voice would echo through the sky. she wasn't complete but she had enough. there was a science to her genius, her madness, her beauty, and there was nothing she couldn't accomplish.
-r.m drake
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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
