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too young

By chrisvfree, N/A, FL

on the inside
i think the little boy
must be crying.
he looks wearily at me
with his huge, shadowed eyes
blinking vapidly like a
confused baby fawn.
his dry lips are drawn
downwards and parted
slightly.
his soft, rasping
breaths are that
of an elderly man.
he reaches weakly towards
me with the fingers of a
skeleton. his arm drops
in defeat and exhaustion.
I softly take his thin hand
in my own
and he smiles wanly.
it pains me to look into his
delicate face
that is too emaciated
for a child
as young as he.
where is the glow of health
the roundness of hearty
cheeks… the bright laughter,
the shining eyes? he has been

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