If I tell him
that he is loved.
If I open my heart once again.
I am afraid - he will bewitch
laugh at me and through away.
in my mind
I am such a small kid.
I have soldiers , teddies and dolls.
all my ribbons are pink,
some are blue
earrings - have feathers and sparks.
I'm afraid
he'll surely mock
better sit in my silence -
my grave.
silence
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