October 25, 2007
Our childhood is
Much like snow-
Pure and untouched.
And, likewise,
We are malleable,
Shaped just as a
Snowball is formed.
And, as with snow,
It can be trodden upon
Leaving muddy footprints
In the white.
We all have
Muddy footprints
Upon our soul.

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