Remember Growing Up

October 10, 2019

Crucible

Went Down

We Don't Grow

We Sit in Dirt

And Find Our Way Up

Through The Stomach That Was Home

Into The World That Is Only Ours

I am afraid of growing too old

I am afraid of sunlight

I felt uneven crests

I make livings

I don't

Live

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