Your beauty is better off with me,
stiffened by pins and paste
in this glass world, suspended in flight,
away from the predators that wish
to lick and bite and digest your glory.
The way you bounce on the air and
dance through the unicorn-and-faerie fantasies
of every little girl should be preserved,
protected from the hungry toads;
your beauty is better off with me.
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