I toss away my childhood in crumbs of breads I am too adult to waste in front of the hosts,
In the suppressed giggles when carresses feel ticklish,
In the tug of war between curiosity and wisdom ,
In the hidden acts of kindness that I almost do,
And the mischiefs which are now defended by ego.
I hide it In the smiles that mask hesitation ,
And that ball in my throat which grounds the tears to the confines of my eyes.
I hide it but somehow it's always there.
Waiting to lurk of the windows of honesty
But childhood does not know the ways of the world
And adulthood likes to travel unaccompanied.
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