Childhood
The volume of all of life's channels is turned up
loud, but not loud enough.
The actors are in the ever present
but the viewers watch in fast forward
complaining all the while
that the characters act like the children they are
but they grow up too fast.
that she doesn't know what's behind the door
and yet mourn when she's all too well-versed.
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