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Feb 2017
You look up with those big eyes
of yours, while talking about the
things you

once loved

while hiding promises you’ve
recklessly made to others. Then
secrets spill into your

heart.

And with a mischievous
gleam in your smile, you list the
ways you’ll conquer the world, all
with the

eloquence of a child.

But you still cling to everything
and nothing, as if you’ve lived for
a very
long
time.
Robin Goodfellow
Written by
Robin Goodfellow
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     Jamadhi Verse, ---, Traveler, Isabelle and Pax
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