Regression

Stuck

Infinite development

Infant

A pendulous childhood

Suspended

So simple it seems

Limpid

To take heed of people

Untrustworthy

Those pernicious smiles

Abuse

With their hands so soft

Affectionate

Only to be ripped away

Torn

Time after time

Memory

Deprived of any cure

Silence

Because words are dangerous

Fear

Because people are bad

Regardless

Of what happiness ever had

The End

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