She’s lovely
There
Buried in the perceptions of second daughter
A joy and a Fury
Sometimes it’s harder
Not to be
Lost in the countenance of ME
The second
Not the first
Neither best, nor worst
But this one and ONLY spark
Fills the room with passion and heart
A quiet breath of pure beauty
An inspiration
That IS Lilly
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