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I am a boy,
Whose strength lies
In the tales of tomorrow
Whose hunger is quenched in silence

I am a boy,
Whose life struggles
Emanated from his copulation
Throwing his existence to earth

I am a boy,
Whose tales of my existence
Is a enjambment of stories untold
To be rehearsed with pantings of the heart

I am just that boy
Eagerly waiting for the sun
To shine in favour
Waiting for the blue moon
To echo calmness.

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