When I was a child,
I wanted to grow up,
Thinking that it is a wonderful place,
Where I can do wonderful things.
Instead I learnt to notice every crack and fault.
Whenever I touched something it would shatter.
Why?
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Mind the gap
PoetryMind the gap, that's where dark things happen. Mind the gap, that's where strange things lurk. Mind the gap, don't fall in.
