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Jan 2016
He was the boy
Who you had to kiss first
And when you did
He’d make a sound of surprise
Deep in his throat

He was the boy
Who wove words into beautiful quilts,  
And could say anything poetically
But stuttered and tripped
On “I love you”

He was the boy
Who remembered everything
Birthdays and favorites movies and times
But never seemed to remember
How much you loved him
cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure
Anna Dulaney
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