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Apr 2018
He liked to think
he had eyes
like the moon
reflecting back
unto everyone
the things best kept
unseen
but instead he found
himself hurtling
through space
with the promise of a sunrise
being always
just
out of reach
Zachary William
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Zachary William  26/Texas
(26/Texas)   
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