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Nov 2013
Locking away the childish
memories, denying from the
inner child you've grown.
And for shying away from
the laughter of children,
you have lost your own.

Empty and dreary, your
days have grown lonely.
All that is left is dispair.
No child within to
sustain you, to feed you.
Just a dark, dank lair.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Annilda Esterhuysen
Written by
Annilda Esterhuysen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   Rob Rutledge and Md HUDA
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