Speak soft

Speak soft little one.
Roll your eyes at life.
Curl your hair.
Paint your nails black
And find your place.
But remember
Words dropping from
Painted lips can poison –
Those whispy boys don’t
Yet know how to
Wear their armour,
And time is not yet
Fully formed.
Speak soft little one.

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