Ragamuffin Singing on the swingset
Tired eyes
Slowly burning
Worn edges
Rough cut
She can't be tethered
Nor tied
Always a Rosalyn
This precious gem
Cleavage planes
glinting in the moonlight
Singing into the wind
Barefoot soldier
A rainstorm in her soul
Lighting in her veins
Thunder from her heart
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