7/23/18
The further she fell,
The more she raised hell,
Till even the Devil cursed her name.
Smiling still,
She climbed up the treacherous hill
Till to the top she came.
She built a fire
Then erected her pier,
Higher, still, she reaches.
She hopes one day
Apollo will let her ride with the sun.
Only once in his golden chariot,
Will she have finally won.
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This was a birthday present for my friend Tatum. Love you Space Dad. fangirl_bookworm14
