I wrote a story about a boy onceHe grew up fast
Learned about loss
Felt the power of death
Dreamt of love
Found friends in fiction
Drew lines in the sand
Wrote words for his woes
Grew sick from sadness.
Then he was grown
A man now
Boy no more
Learned to lie
Learned to hate
Fraternized with sin
Dreamt of vices
Forgot about love.
He finally hit bottom
Things looked bleak
She walked away
Then came back to him
He finally started to grow
Upright this time
He dreamt of the future
A brighter one.
He began to come to be
Learned to let go
Learned to forgive
Learned to love
Dreamt of her
Wrote words of hope
Lost the pain
Found Happiness...
(Marcel Duchamp- After Love c.1968)
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