Behind that window

That wrecked window

My heart beat commenced

Suckling mum’s breast

Crawling about

fumbling with things

Blunders and I

Magnet and metal

No hate ,attracting always

Behind that window 

Everything innocent

Growing up

All but to a resistant

A resistant to everything

Strong stabbing rays

The deadly cold breeze

The harsh words

The strong filthy smell

All growing up

To be the real me

The tough but human

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