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Rose colored Coal

I'm not too old,

Erased and brought back 

by the memories,

if you asked me tonight 

I think were just right,

Not too bold 

to say I've grown callous

for the adults who've gone out

and forgot it's winter,

Left my sense of wonder

dead on my shoulders

And everyone stares 

looking bewildered,

Thunderous answers lie

in the quite questions, 

Rose colored coal

I'm not too old

am I?