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Grown Minors by Jamal Ento It started out at 6 years old
Cracking open a bottle of sun block My nose tickles at the sunny summery scent Mom would smear it on my playful squirming body Every scorching weekend my cousins would run over
Dearest Teller of Time, Why do I continue to carry you throughout the day? You do not forget, You do not forgive-- never pausing for me...constantly impatient.
I love Tokyo so much As a child I would watch anime. Pretend that I was a marital artist living in the Hot Springs. Tokyo is where my dreams were born My imagination and my love for adventure began.
Can I make everything rewind Back in time When everything was once fine And make all of these new thoughts collapse? I'm bound to the floor because there's nothing more
The World Around Us Ring! Ring! Tic-Tac! That is all you hear nowadays, As technology advances people keep changing their ways,
As time passes we notice nothing of it but things that we think matter the mostWe're livin to die but don't knøw when our exact time is to goWe think we do good, and focus on the right