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The Young Fool
Oh how I was the fool
a girl who saw the heat in your flume
you struck me like a star in the night sky
but burned me like a nick on my rear thigh.
Your lies cut me into many pieces of broken glass
I felt your light distinguish with the slightest of gasps.
i didn’t even get to say goodbye,
for you disappeared like a whisper
into the night sky ...
Thursday 5th April 2018 8:59 am
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