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Jun 2013
My body is a pit of lava, forever melting
While my mind is a flock of new born critters setting out on their first flight.
So easily lost in a pit of screaming vaulters, they call for their parents.
So fragile, unable to withstand the most easiest tasks,
will soon come natural.
In time.
None will understand their confusion or their vision.
Jiminy Cricket
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