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A note slipped into
the skirt pocket of
a daisy printed dress,
from the feathered clutch
of a purple finch
scribbled this:

My darling Ragdoll,
I should tell you
that omission of truth
is a lie.
You omit
thus, you lie.
I have seen you there,
knees bent into your breast
beneath my weeping tree with raindrops
in your eyes.
You jab broken branches
into the mud around the folds
of your yellow dress and ask worms for answers.
Yet they do not speak.
And you do believe in the thing you dare not say.
And i wont say it because it it hurts you to
hear.
You think it wont be echoed.
you are a pretty ragdoll, there in the grass with your heart
your passion, and pride.
But you must know Little Flower
that the world you love will not love you the way you'd like.
Lean sweet against the cool bark of my willow
and listen to me sing,
I will hold and adore you,
when you turn yourself from the world.
It's safe here raggedy ragdoll,
let yourself burn out to fly.
i will not stop you
only catch you.Please borrow my feathers
to dust ash from your brow when you are through.
And take care to watch the daffodils unfurl
they will catch your rain.