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Jun 2017
He was a boy,
and I,
I was a comet.
I shot in and out of sight,
in an instant.
A flash of light
that lit up his world,
before turning into dust.
He didn't know it at the time,
but that light he saw,
he'd carry with him,
for the rest of his life.
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