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Threading a needle, you embroider your daughter's sleeve and hem when she's asleep,
You know that she's in the hallway and going to the door, ignore her,
When she's out, there's everything you don't want her to do, everything you don't like,
You don't throw it out.
.
Your daughter has her eyes down clutching her dress as people talk to her, you make her stand behind you,
You see her sneaking past your door when she's running, you feign ignorance as you talk,
There must be stacks of papers of useless spells and words she's given you over the years,
They're in your work drawer.
.
You don't see,
You don't understand,
You never do,
But neither does she.
-Lusar Kagutsuchi Loyard for Rozaria Elenor, about Rozaria and Sarathiel Elenor
Unpublished work
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