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that childhood past

 that childhood past doesn't end

just because

you get bigger you

keep a little little version of

yourself

right there

just under your skin

                                  (still so sensitive 

                                   still so fragile)

so that you either

nurture your own little 

little. version of 

yourself

or it smacks you

when you

least expect it.

                                  (over and 

                                   over again)





14 November 1996

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