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Samuel Butcher
Poems
May 2015
Hallway
I wander down padded blue halls and hear cries
behind closed doors guarding our summer lies .
The boy outside with the gold hooped ear
calls it a ghost town
then takes another drag and tears
slip past his locked up frown.
I never knew his name
#change
#apathy
#closeness
Written by
Samuel Butcher
Orlando
(Orlando)
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