fractions by Indigo TempestaThe sun rising as we, one by one, are becoming women. Or, at least, unbecoming girls
But won't we always be, somehow six years old? We're symbols . In this era of the ego and superego. Hello id, the kid inside ironically so unchild.
Little pixie is molting her wings so big, so grown. Like me, I guess. Us all. Soon to be real live people, already us girls are like our mothers and their mothers and theirs already.
Cause the sun rose on me twice now When I was born and when I was sixteen; Has it only got to set? 09/30/2001 Posted on 09/30/2001 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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