all I want is to be seen as
gentle, kind, soft
the kind of girl you'd bring
home to your mother,
who would fuss over me,
ask me if I wanted anything to drink,
drape me in knitted afghans as
you looked on, amused.
she always wanted another
daughter. the timing is just
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