Timerous Beasties

When
I picture
my
youth

I see
you
and
me

Sitting
beneath
that old
oak tree

You
reading
a book

My
head
on your
shoulder

Both
of us
hoping

The
other
is
bolder

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

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