Carefree,
eyes of envy.
You run through
a field of many.
Oh that sweet sound
of a child,
carefree.
Sins invisible,
in a trance.
There is no romance.
Oh to be a child,
small and carefree.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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