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Feb 2011
Warm dewy glowing
upon my childish face
swinging and napping
skipping
pace
pace
Joy still sparks
when I play hide and seek in the dark
I'm forever young
A child til I die
Maybe I'm hallucinating
Seeing through my intoxicated eyes
Written by
Melina Gold
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