A Debt to Childhood

Fri, 06/07/2019 - 18:06 -- Yen135

A debt to the universe,

to everybody who didn't get to be a child.

Quiet for the rest.

Time grew with the bodies of flesh,

onto the long list of the dead.

With a special prayer,

we promised to live our best life today.

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Our world
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