Once upon a time there was a brother and sister
who played all summer in vast
and beautiful grounds. There were long rows
of trees between fields and huge dying
buildings. Other people wandered there too.
They would often stop and talk
for a while, and the siblings listened
at the incredibly odd sentences
their new friends spoke. They were
too young to know the words
did not make sense, and a part of their brains
was forever changed to accept nonsense.
And they would always be children, living
confused without judgement or fear.
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