a youth of experience
tucked away
half surrounded, all the
child but one
hand
buried under old
pages of a
story,
scolded into my ear
as i slipped
in and out of
wishes
dreaming in motherly
whispers,
never knew
you
were whisper
starved
too..
hush now weary
eyes, im here
and true.
Grumpy Gorman
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