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soot underneath my fingernail
symbolizes myself – Drained.
I dream of days flying kites
The symmetry of freedom during innocence
I know it all too well
but I need to remember, relive
the age when nothing worth mattering, mattered
the age that slips beneath bare feet,

tiny feet
all too quickly
until one day
We realize
it is too late
Time has chased us
And now we are grown.





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