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A Childhood Memory
A memory among many,
from times long past.
Youth.
Adolescence.
a stage yet passed.
Home,
my destination.
An incline,
I climbed.
Up to the street I left behind.
Movement I see,
curious I was.
In the horizon a shape,
what could it be?
A beauty!
A form so sleek!
Fur as red as can be.
A memory,
so vivid,
favoured.
Of the time where foxes become my favourite.
💖🦊💖
© Glitchbit
from times long past.
Youth.
Adolescence.
a stage yet passed.
Home,
my destination.
An incline,
I climbed.
Up to the street I left behind.
Movement I see,
curious I was.
In the horizon a shape,
what could it be?
A beauty!
A form so sleek!
Fur as red as can be.
A memory,
so vivid,
favoured.
Of the time where foxes become my favourite.
💖🦊💖
© Glitchbit
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