My eyes lit up as my tiny fingertips touched the delicate paint.
It felt like my first time experiencing art.
It was the one place where there was no sinner, no saint.
Nobody's perfect, there's nobody here to judge me.
The years flew by me like a hawk, I nearly missed them.
Next thing I knew everyone was getting slim.
If they force me in a box, what do I do then.
The river is muddy and, I can't swim.
©kedna
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