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Children of the Rye

Each erratic of a innocent

thought, child.

echoing voices Heavy chest

and sober nights and pounding

streaks of red— brain

the hat upon my head. suffocating,

Innocent smiles in the frozen

of a small child lagoon.

perfectly preserved. My duck,

Ice skates— could not

preserved… escape

Tormented reminders in time.

of rows I

of kings am

kept in the back. Holden

Cyclic sounds Caulfield.

of people who are phonies.

Carved

in Fuck You

set in stones

these lies

spinning

around,

and around,

and around.

Music playing

on and on

the carousel

carrying hopes

and dreams.

Preserving

the mind

Children of the Rye

Each erratic of a innocent ...