so grown kids gather
still to play around
a mini-me jungle with
all of life's pitfalls
unconsciously they plot
ways to escape now
as the "adults" planned
to rip them apart
then return that jungle
back to their lil hearts
for they look with
disgust upon the ruins
with dreams to cover
it with illusions
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urban fairytales
Poetryit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
