To the daughters who mothered themselves,
who sought love in echoes and warmth in absence.
Go, carve your kingdom not to fit, not to please,
but because you were never meant to be caged.
Let them call you wild, let them call you defiant
They have no name for the fire that won't burn out.
i.d.R. innert 7-14 Tagen versandfertig
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