I see compassion growing in your tender strawberry moon heart, I see steering apparatus forming in your still-soft skull. Broken people have the sharpest edges but you are round and clear and unsullied. Religions that tell of the evil in children are deaf salesmen spiders drowning in jealousy. I envy the clarity of intent in your blue eyes. You
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