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Late Adventurer


Late Adventurer

He hops in a van,

leaving neverland.

The ceremony of graduation

cannot subside his temptation.

He wanders.

The why is what I often had pondered.

Vegas.

His 18 year old self wanted to go places.

My seven year stranger,

had known his life was in danger.

So the stories he told

in the afternoon October cold,

entrusting me with his autobiography

before tragically saying goodbye to me.

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