Mar 14

The fingerprints of children,
Imprinted on the glass.
Long grown into adults,
Being forced to march and grind away.
The youth that was once so easily seen,
Now faded in a darkened dream.
Age now all they know.
'All we know
All the universe has ever known.

Vexren4000
Written by
Vexren4000  Milwaukee Wisonsin
(Milwaukee Wisonsin)   
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