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Childhood
Contributed by
richard2
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Thursday, 15th March 2012 @ 01:10:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Childhood
There was a fortress in the words
He stacked around
the springtime of his heart
They let no one in
To taunt the
Crying little boy
A portrait of self pity’s friend,
Imagination, wounded
By the analysis of intellect
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2012-03-15 13:10:43]
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Re: Childhood
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by northernlights on
Saturday, 17th March 2012 @ 12:04:14 AM AEST
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| They let no-one in to taunt the little boy............very few words yet in every one a recognisable expression of the workings of a highly sensitive mind and the struggle to protect and defend,raw and effective. |
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Re: Childhood
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by LetYourFeelingsOut on
Tuesday, 24th April 2012 @ 06:26:03 PM AEST
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| I could imajine the little boys face and i felt how he felt !!! |
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