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Him - Poetry Group

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This is the boy
who lives next door, to the store that I loiter at
this is the boy
who wipes his feet on on the door mat, where my heart used to be at
this is the boy
I know he is the key to love, he's always the one I'm thinking of
this is the boy
the one who flew coop and spread his wings just like a pretty dove...away from me