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There is a missing boy I knew him years ago His picture drenches the socials His family pleads It's been about a fortnight His story on the news Disappeared under suspicious circumstances Search parties gather His ID, found along the highway The apartment showed signs of struggle His pictures plaster This boy is loved 1 person of interest, at large 1 ex in custody, questioned Watching from the shadows I'm largely unaffected vaguely sad Until this morning Lost boy You walked down the bookstore aisle Behind your Aunt From the history section to YA Leaning on crutches and grinning warmth You were younger, the boy I recall We embraced, I told you how glad I was you were safe, you were home Rejoice I can tell the immediate world to call off the search So much relief I felt, all was well again on this crazy planet ...then I woke up. I long to tell your sister, your mom, all your friends, the countless volunteers who have shared photos, posts, walked the streets & forests Searching for you About the way my dreams come true Not all But certain ones are somehow realer than reality itself A premonition You come home But in the twilight mists between wake and slumber I keep these thoughts to myself No happy alarm bells ring out Because my sight is only Astral Fleeting A glimpse of other worlds I inhabit Briefly, before I'm torn back I don't tell a soul about my good symbolic omen of the missing boy Because I know that sometimes in my dreams I also walk with the dead
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC
Astral Lost & Found
There is a missing boy I knew him years ago His picture drenches the socials His family pleads It's been about a fortnight His story on the news Disappeared under suspicious circumstances Search parties gather His ID, found along the highway The apartment showed signs of struggle His pictures plaster This boy is loved 1 person of interest, at large 1 ex in custody, questioned Watching from the shadows I'm largely unaffected vaguely sad Until this morning Lost boy You walked down the bookstore aisle Behind your Aunt From the history section to YA Leaning on crutches and grinning warmth You were younger, the boy I recall We embraced, I told you how glad I was you were safe, you were home Rejoice I can tell the immediate world to call off the search So much relief I felt, all was well again on this crazy planet ...then I woke up. I long to tell your sister, your mom, all your friends, the countless volunteers who have shared photos, posts, walked the streets & forests Searching for you About the way my dreams come true Not all But certain ones are somehow realer than reality itself A premonition You come home But in the twilight mists between wake and slumber I keep these thoughts to myself No happy alarm bells ring out Because my sight is only Astral Fleeting A glimpse of other worlds I inhabit Briefly, before I'm torn back I don't tell a soul about my good symbolic omen of the missing boy Because I know that sometimes in my dreams I also walk with the dead
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amber-silas
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC
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