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May 13
The swing set where we swung
was a pendulum passing time
along with our swelling bones.

The asphalt where we played and skinned
our knees now skins our souls.

It's black earthen colour stains the bottom of our feet
as they rinse ***** and dirtier trying to get them clean.
The school bell rings and our playtime is over.
*d i r t y*
Written by
Bellissima  24/F/Canada
   Jules and Patrick
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