The Boy

May 9, 2010
By audreyl BRONZE, Thornwood, New York
audreyl BRONZE, Thornwood, New York
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I found him there. In the valley,
Where nine pointed leaves fall from the sky
To blanket the ground covered in broken bottles.
Shifty melodies blare within his ears
Drowning out the calls of concerned citizens.
Medicine numbs his bleeding soles as he stumbles on,
But soon he will drown in a reservoir of familiar tears.



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