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deliciously round fruit hangs from branches adorned with the scarlet leaves of November, but it's May. She yearns for their taste and r e a
Oh you child, you stand before me pleading for attention. Oh you child! can't you see this world doesn't accept you? Leave! But wait, at the same time don't... Because you are me... and I am you..
Clumsy moves on tippy toes spinning on those itchy carpet floors vibrant colors and familiar smells he takes it all he takes some more... mothers voice and soothing hands knotted hair and sticky fingers
I cuddle my secret teddy bear at night Holding him close to my chest so tight In the midst of loneliness he can be my friend Someone to be there, even if it's pretend For I may be young or I may be old