you can't tell
these little ones.
you can't break their hearts,
steal
their souls,
twist them in the wind
of truth, just yet.
leave
them rosy cheeked
and laughing.
leave them to their
summers,
to their imaginations,
thinking that all
things are
possible.
that there is only good,
let's pretend for now
and leave it
at that.
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