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Numberless Verse

I sat in a room full of unlucky souls.

Waiting to hear the sound of something pure

something worth hearing.

Then a small blonde headed boy

ran towards me and said

"what do you do"

and I realized

I couldn't answer him

My youth was my biggest achievement to date

how pathetic.

He reminded me of that.

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samuel-francis
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Jan 9, 2011
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