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Slipping slowly

I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly It was somewhere in the dark Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry I’m tired of saying goodbye - He agreed It might have been some other day When my paintings taunted me alone Or when I first realized I’d one day be all on my own With nothing but my colors and a world that didn’t want me They don’t care about you - I agreed It could have been much sooner though When the bus drove far away And I didn’t know why When my lukewarm bath provided no solace And my mother began to cry I miss him - She agreed It was somewhere in the snow or paint or bus That took small pieces out of me and scattered them like dust I’m not that little girl She’s gone and lost now floating in the wind Off to places you’ve never been in her now grows a new sort of being One that’s strong and smart and bold She believes in the all alone And will make the world one day want her You can do it - I seem to agree

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Date: 5/1/2025 8:37:00 PM
Mightdelete, Pangs of forever music never meaning to end in this "Slipping's" lost dreams. Much agreed. -Richard
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