Little Red Meg
Joyful existence, soul flying high with no resistance. To be treated and not tricked, loved and not kicked. Still worried for a day where you’ll be pried away. Alas, you can’t understand when I say: that will never happen even when I’m old and gray. I admire the way life never ceases to amaze you, and the two of us can steer each other from the blue.
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