But Do You Want Children?
To grow up is to shed our exoskeletons of childhood,then spend our lives trying to climb back within them.Bones of our own making repose in parks, reminding usof how fun we tell ourselves life ought to be, all the time.Dystopian chic in their abandoned disrepair, they sunsetfurther into memory with every passing year. I hearthe creak of the merry-go-round stalling
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