Little Girl.

She wanders a crowd of untrusted people.

Glasses, beards and cropped-tops, all displayed proudly on mannequin-esque bodies

Out with their tribe of identical friends.

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The little girl looks around at all the happy people, she sees the psychedelic lights as her own spacey, simple and strange species.

She ponders the scene as her ice cream drips down the side of the cone before she catches it with her tongue in an awkward, childish fashion.

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A couple walks ahead of her, holding hands and occasionally touching noses as they mumble words the little girl doesn’t quite understand, and it’s a difficult sight for her to see without hurting, the tiniest bit, in her little heart of jello.

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The couple expects her to be a grown-up and to know the grown-up customs, because she’s dressed in grown-up clothes and does her makeup the grown-up way.

But she’s no more than a child in her silly disguise.

She likes fairies, and playing in the sand, and finger painting.

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She likes romance but she’s incompatible with it, because she hasn’t yet figured out herself enough to have the energy to figure out someone else.

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So, She must be content with her own little self,

settling into her futuristic daydreams, thinking one day they might come true,

if only she grew into the grown-up ways.

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xx.