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Childhood

I wish to write an encomium for myself Paint it's hue with my mother's advice and my father's guilt For it will dress the colour of my heart Purple Which fell pale to the clutter of their voices In my adolescent nights A glance of this write will make my eyes swim to the rivers of their arguments I wish to entitle it childhood.

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