Poetry: "Rusted Theme Park from my Childhood"
Memories of joy forgotten
Living through the rusted frame
Silence now where grass pushed through
symbols of acclaim.
~
The kids I knew from days long passed
They’re moving to adulthood
rusting and twisted with time
from their childhood.
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