A boy walks down a street dusk-gold
Preceded by that twin so dark
Knowing now Sorrow's jealous mark
As he feels its weight so cold.
He edges to his home but strays
As his feet turns his soul around
Towards the whisper ocean sound
But ends up in the alleyways.
Never again was he heard or found
Until I peered at mirror glass
And found him cold and still, at last
Behind the lines and beard still bound.
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