

From "Angel, Twice Descending"
by Justin Smith
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Childhood is a difficult time -- Each season -- an arduous birth. Playing amid unnoticed grime -- Drawn taut between Heaven and Earth.-- Graven masks in memory's shadows -- From times and tales -- long lost -- Haunt their -- moonlit meadows, Endowing lives -- storm-tossed. Each awakening stirs a fear -- No Adult's terror can match: -- To pristine eyes -- new Worlds appear -- New minds must grasp from Scratch. Where they find childhood's Courage, though -- Is a secret -- only Children know. |

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