Do you remember the two kids in the kindergarten who held hands?
The one taller always looked like he was protecting the other one.
You said it was cute.They were cute.
And I remembered the childhood, when the heart was supposed to be pure.
When the love knew no stain.
And I could hold your hand without hiding so tight in the closet.
But we ain't Doraemon nor Henry deTamble.
We're stuck here.
And the carousal had long stopped before we even found it painful.
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