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Monday, September 19, 2016

CROWD

Bump of boy
Skull to manly hip bones.
Boy pingpongs into the masses.

A child without
A tether or a smile.
He is lost without a mother.

Boy freed of his
Father's fortunes
Finds the crowd to his liking.

Posted by Quenntis
Labels: adulthood, anonymous, identity, poem

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