Contributor: Tamara Turner
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Dance and dream and pink and sky blue fading
From lush to desert where nothing will be born
Shadows come from brightest places good
Seeping around corners into tiny and vast spaces
Ponies and ponytails no longer seen do not hang
But lurk in depths of red paint too bloody to see
We should not grow a momentary lie tranquility false
Murder foul ultimately damaging so extreme
Poor girls who once believed as they were taught
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Tamara currently lives in Southern California's Inland Empire with her favorite scarlet macaw.
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