Boys
a boy can dream
and so he does
of lips
and ships
and flames alit
yes of girls out of reach
but that's why he dreams
so please don't preach
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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