The oldest story in the book

28 Jul

I was a child

upon the river

Wide, compared to other things.

The very thing I didn’t need I sat near the smell of.

I smelled it.

I couldn’t cross it.

I couldn’t go back.

I couldn’t stay.

I was scared

to leave.

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