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Jul 2013
boy
he looked at me like
there were stars in my eyes
and he wished on them whenever
the edges wrinkled with laughter

he listened to me like
there were flowers in my words
and he picked them all and put them
in a vase in his bedroom

he looked at me like
there was love in his heart
and he said that it was too much
for him to handle

so he flew away
Regen Williams
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Regen Williams  California
(California)   
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