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Saturday, 29 October 2016

don't want to grow up

growing up,
they ask, what's hard?

what's hard?
It's just rolling around in the grass,
enjoying the sun, the breeze.

what's hard?
when they didn't know that the grass's
full of quicksand.

when they didn't know,
that the sun's burning hot,
melting me.

when they didn't know that,
the breeze they were talking about,
was making me really nauseous just like a tornado.