2.8.2014/1:23
One,
Two,
Three,
A child counts with glee,
I count my pain,
Hoping feeling will wane,
I ask,
Can I maintain?
My voice sails into the wind,
My ship has left the shore,
I am left unsure.
Am I unpure?
One,
Two,
Three,
Is a child not me?
Can I not pretend that things will end?
With time as infinite,
Will my soul mend?
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