motionless wildies

I spent my childhood
in a hospice
staring at charming dead livings
they knew lots of stories

talking to the child
they were 
when talking to the child
to the serious child I was
giving me some fruits
some tropical fruits
when i tried to sease them heartbroken wisdom
and them sugary eyes

beauty's a wild horse
it offers his back when you're down
too down to walk alone

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