The Boy

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   I see him from a distance. His eyes are shining like the moon on a clear cool night. His hair rising like the flames of a fire. His smile bright as a summers day. His lips, oh how I wish I knew how they felt, and how it feels to be wraped in his warm embrace. I think of these things as he passes by knowing that to him I'm just a freak. But yet I can still hope that my dream will come true.

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