Streetlamps
There’s no streetlamps on tonight.
With moonless shadows
It’s hard to see
The inner child lost behind me.
Hide and seek, tree forts and fairytales
Fall between the cracks
Only to be looked for, but never found
By the matronly light of morning.
And even without the streetlamps
I find my way in the dark,
Without the light,
But still
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