He died tonight crossing Main Street
can I fly at the swollen moon
can i smash it
brittle shards slice my feet
sparks of dying light remind me
to regret
the moon hangs full
a boy and the landscape are dead
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- kendra bobowick is writing my story
- I'm a year old and have some problems: Lyme, ear infections, and trouble retaining my food. My name is Lily.
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