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The Boy

Boy speaks,……….Follow me.
Through the old……….city streets
you follow him……….past the tents
through the fog……….and excrement.

Smile at him………..He smiles back
leads you past……….wooden shacks
and open gutters………..Don’t fall in.
Put your feet……….in his footprints.

Bullet hole……….in the walls
form a map……….of the world.
Giant door……….with a key.
Boy turns;……….Follow me.

Young boy……….in your face
every loss……….I can trace.
Follow you……….enter in.
Put my feet……….in your footprints.

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