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Somewhat poems Childish faces are cries from relived pasts
And pouty lips are send wishes to go back.
Back to rainbows and hopscotch on sidewalks with broken glass
Tag was the game to get lost in
Street lights combined with crooked fences to make perfect hiding spots
Which are now corroded with senseless acts of defiance’s
Innocence turns to faults
Happiness goes infinite
I love it chelsie.. it takes me back.. and puts me right back into my childhood