I've always known this boys spirit.
his joyous laugh I can still hear it.
He runs so fast
but past is past
he's a man now
no attempt to make it last.
I hate this man,
but he fills my cup,
Used to be his fan,
but i look up,
why is he here?
my face turns queer,
because I already know,
Its the bathroom mirror...
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A man you\'ve seen but never looked at (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: relate-able I believe
- Category: Spiritual
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