✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*: My entry to @frikadella678's writing contest! This poem is about my siblings - no matter how old and civilised we get we'll always be a gang. <3 Though we fight, I love them so so much. ✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*: ~Wild Things~ I died my face red with blackberry juice We ran over old city walls You climbed the highest tree in the garden I was scared you would fall Once we were wild things Young and strong and free Found amongst the brambles Where the wind meets the sea We clambered through the nettles To our Wendy House by the birches We threw rocks in rivers Played in graveyards of country churches We went down every path Each discovery excited us three Be it a clearing in the woods Or a place you could see the sea Once we were wild things Young and strong and free Found amongst the brambles Where the wind meets the sea. ✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:
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