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Jan 2016
He screams and shouts.
He ***** but I've never had a doubt.
This boy is the definition of love.
He's as pure as a dove.
There's something inside.
The difference makes him alive.
Such deep blue eyes.
People come down from highs.
He sits beside me and claps.
Never really sat close in people's laps.
Yes he is defined as a label.
His disorder is no fable.
A little boy who means the world to me.
Ana S
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