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the company one keeps

weep upon the sand
centered in a box
where toys attract
the damaged little boy

you ignore the one
who needs not your games
but brings you toys and more

you still place that toy
in the middle of the sand
for that boy to notice
and try and try to be your friend

but only for the toy


I am not that boy
Written by simplemanpoet
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