A boy in red
I saw
Emotions like a sea saw.A path at night
He followed
Another fly he swallowedA careless cut
From a thorn
He will feel that in the mornThe sun rises
Too soon
A boy that yearns for the moonEmpty bottles
Trail behind
Pave the path that is his mind.
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