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Jan 2013
The look in his eyes,
it foreshadows a fate,
his fate.

He grew under the shadow of her love,
only to be crushed when the shadow left,
and the sun crushed his pathetic soul,
ripping him up by the roots.

Was his prosperity short lived?

Some would say yes,
others no.

I, on the other hand,
believe he never prospered.

He suffered under the wing of the girl of his dreams.
Sheltered from the harsh truth,
that love *****.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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