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Mar 2015
Never in my life
have I met a boy
who was so indescribable.

Whose nature
was that of the wind
wild, free, independent.

Whose laugh
is like the forest
the sound so rich and pure.

Whose dreams
were of the stars themselves
and nothing less would do.

Only comparable
to those things which
are indescribable.

and yet,
we all try anyway.
Layla Thurman
Written by
Layla Thurman  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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