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denial


I never left
The safety
Of a seven year-old mind

Carefully twisting the necks
Of every memory
Perfected, spotless and dead

Behind the slivers of
Innocence
I collected from

the basement floor.








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I was never a child. so I will never grow up.

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  • Shades of Pale silver member
    June 16, 2008
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