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Solitary Refinement
Children always love themselves. Adolescene makes them flee. Spirits ride the carousel. Goes around left unretrieved. Mother earth will hug her sun. Prays that I won't fade away. I walk through the grassy fields. From the houses I will stray. In distance I disappear. The remnants hang in the air. Rain will cease and fog will clear. As I curl inside my lair. In the dark I sit alone. Scribble agony on pads. I make things to call my own. I grow dreams I never had.
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