Tell me I'm that small daughter
behind the red door.
tears for you my sky in four.
Because I put fake eyelashes
to tear the heart.
For you to tell me I'm your dragon story,
because I hate princesses
when you look for me like a syringe on the Mont-Royal.
this morning.
I was afraid of the sun,
because my mailbox were empty.
Because you were there on my blouse scratchedon my shell cleansed,
but "amok" that was good.
Sleeping in spoon was the best solution.
©] [Ma. Cha Aubin 2010
Photo: Ma. Cha Aubin
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