Poetry: “Rusted Theme Park from My Childhood”

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Memories of joy forgotten

Living through the rusted frame

Silence now where grass pushed through

symbols of acclaim.

 

The kids I knew from days long passed

They’re moving to adulthood

rusting and twisted with time

from their childhood.

 

 

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