for my lost childhood
all childhoods are lost I know
but I was thinking it was passing
for a dozen eggs and half a quart of milk
but there wasn’t a single morning left
maybe someone we know
casually stood here munching
the leftovers late last night
half asleep and starving while
I was dreaming in the other room
about almost running over three
skinny girls just trying to cross the street
because I could barely see them in the dark
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