
Daisy





She left herself vulnerable to men's filthy hands... Carelessly accepting all their silent demands. She laid there complacent as they took what they pleased... Appearing content, yet desperate to leave.
Sunlight then began to stream through... With stubborn white rays and a subtle hint of blue.


A whip-poor-will cries out in the distance, with a distinct and eerie song... While up above Cygnus soars, his vast wings star-tipped and strong.
There's something about summer evenings that remind me of you... When the sun begins to retreat so that the stars can come through...
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