and wandering
always wondering
what would happen next
never having the
capacity
of knowing the truth
the shadows of
the city
always shading our eyes
from the worry
and hate
that surrounded us
from the confusion
and love
that we thought we had
the struggle to be something
so different
from what our parents were
the future ahead
opening wide
into a world we never
got a chance
to know
(ago)
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