She bleeds out rainbows since inside is such a cosmic radiance.
Nothing else loves like her and those neon gems she shares, well they are prayer to me.
She lives deep in her own turmoil but it comes out splatter painted and glitter-fueled and the only time you'd know she was pained is when the crayola paints run dry.
Tell her you also delight in the bubbles and the candy -
these ease all pains, always.
Child, come to me and dance the day away in colors dyed so bright.
Hold my hand and feel the wind move us, together let's bleed out freedom.
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