Boyhood Comments

water droplets chase the embrace of stomache turning breathes,
together we hide justice like child's play fingering grips the scars as feathers bleeds in my palms,
the sound of a smile continues the desirable but never less we have vision for night,
summer sunsets as fore told white dresses dance amongst lost meadows as boys lay in the clouds through windows waiting for the release an arrow in the bow,
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