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I wish I didn't feel so old
I used to go camping
in the bedroom I was onced shared
Sheets draped from bunkbeds
the green carpet was grass
in the dark
we hide from animals
and look at stars
that seemed that we really there.
We somehow always forget that
the sky was the ceiling
the animals were shadows
and we were in a white bedrrom
with the door half closed.
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