Twenty Three

No number can

Silence an ageless child, but

Every single day

They age a little

Killing the children they once saw

In the mirror

.

I still feel

Like a flying bird. I dream

The same sandcastles, I want

The same joys. Let me run

Across the same fields

Despite their madness

Building up around me

.

ML

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