Two young children six and ten
conquering dirt hills,
in the temperate July sun.
Investigating the new planet
in extreme delight,
as cars purr past and life casually goes by.
Two young children eight and twelve
covered in dirt and grime
swinging mud covered sticks,
like two knights ready to duel.
Each adamant on winning
as the stars observe.
Two teenagers fifteen and eighteen
one on the verge of adulthood,
the other a soldier in training.
Grown apart from one another
but forevermore
those two young children,
who were once inseparable.
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One Shots, Poems, and Scenes
Short StoryThis is just filled with a bunch of one shots and random stuff I wrote when I was bored. WARNING: some of these stories aren't very happy ones and involve things such as depression, mentions of self harm, thoughts of suicide, homophobia, bullying, e...
