And the boy loved, or thought he did — a poem

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And the boy
Loved.
Or thought he did,
And told them so.
A cycle, becomes
A cylinder,
A ball.
Finds love,
Wanting.
And self,
Lying.
A new weapon,
To throw.

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Your Lost Language
Your Lost Language

Written by Your Lost Language

“Being loved the way I love, would begin perhaps, a little quietly.” Poems by Sarah.

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