12

12 is naive

12 grew up in fast forward

12 is teenage eve

12 never thought she was heard

 

12 is the picture of innocence

12 never fancied authority

12 searches for her relevance

12 is truly solitary

 

12 lives in the clouds

12 dreams larger than the world itself

12 rarely speaks aloud

12, however, is sure of herself

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