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Broke Boy.

This is a poem written for the guy ,from his perspective, all of my other poems are about when he and I were still together. 

 

Broke Boy. 

I lost my wallet yesterday. 

Went back to the south side. 

It wasn’t there. 

Some dickhead must of stole it. 

Oh well. 

It really doesn’t matter. 

I’m a broke boy anyway. 

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