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Unnoticed


Not one could conceive

Such incapable instant

Merely just a fair boy

Average as the corner store

Which not a shining soul laid eyes upon

 

Prolonged lectures passed his hours

Out he mindlessly strolls

Past the numb flowers,

Into the store where one rolls

And lights the drug

 

Lingering hours are now gone

His days agonize from grief no more

Hours in school are merely four

Once the only cause to indulge,

His dose is more than to ignore

 

Forgotten completely his school,

The mind now dull,

The body grows old,

What was once just for fun

Has his life checked off

 

Now that fair boy

Who lived near the corner store

Showed not a sock, not a toy

Left open his cabin door

Left hanging his innocent toes

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