My Childhood expresses a yearning for my younger self and a
past that seems so much more beautiful to me now that I’m grown.
My
childhood
My childhood shimmers like a
single penny in the filth of
mud
and longing, the sight of
smooth
soft legs and pink rose lips.
My childhood sits upon my mind
rocking its legs, back and
forth,
back and forth in the cool
white
waters.
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