.little Children of the World.
When Jesus said
he loved the little
children,
did he forget that I was impossible
to love?
When all those children fit like
A glove in this sea of likelihood,
I'm lost in a mitten
tossing and turning in no man's space.
Crying for help.
But noone will
ever
ever
hear.
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