i called you hoodlum
because you lived in the hood -
the hood of your jacket, that isalthough now you've ditched the jacket
preferring a button up shirt insteadyouve become the moon
amongst the stars
illuminating the night
far brighter than the rest
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My Life and Other Sad Things
Poetryhighest ranking #1 in Poetry a true story about sadness, fear, pain and overwhelming love we are all flowers beautiful and soft to touch broken by the stem #Compelete 11,555 words