Boy

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I saw a boy staring at something

Something so insignificant to say the least

I saw him carefully wipe all impurities away

After the tears he hesitantly released.

I saw the boy gaze at the old photograph,

Of someome he used to know.

I saw him cry her name like a mantra

And murmur how people around him come and go..

I saw regret, pain and pity

Reflect in his beautiful eyes.

For the boy held that picture of me,

Recalling the tragic day I died.

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