Against Pedophilia
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Rotting grin
Eager and bony hands
Hungry eyes
You’re 6 when it first happens
You still believe in Santa
You’re at arts-‘n-crafts day camp
I’ve always worn sweaters in the summertime
No matter if cloudy or skies full of shine
Sweating down my back, I smiled like I knew it
Was cool. Walking alleys, crossing streets, Neutral, just to get through it.