Dawn of Stars
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In the evening dew, a little Jewish girl teeths
On her rubber rattle smelling of baby heart beats
Her breath that of the sun on a stem, the stem on a knot
Her days spending with daisies tieing them until they pop
On "love me - love me nots"
She hops with marbles by the kingdom fare
To say that she is crippled at that age in her birthing affairs
Legs crossed like her black cat, "ONYX" that is Princess
Not just the word but the world consumed in its inches
Her school uniform dawned at the moment of conception
Her lessons of Queens once bathing inspections
Nubian flesh, by land American summer breeze
Turned dusty white on narrow roads for tumble weeds
There is rumours of natives but as settlers she settels
watching the daisies slowly wilt by there gold petal
Sitting by the carts wheel she is embodied by her mum
told we will need your baby teeth,
that they wear
for folk lore to LIVE ON