It's no big deal,
you good, good girl,
you artist in infancy,
the best kind the only.
When we move in,
our home will be one
because you create
like you can't help it.
I trip over my precious words,
as gangbangers shoot the lampposts
and you are wanting everything white,
and greeting stray cats
like old friends.
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