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Oct 2014
it's not fair
that my brown eyed boy
is being treated like a toy
he's barely begun
and the sun
won't rise
if he doesn't shine
although he'll never
be mine
I wish he'd never lose
I'll mope until
he smiles once more
and I'll never shut the door
for my brown eyed boy

Written by
josie  21/F/texas
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