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He's sitting by the window.

Facing the street

Watching the cars speed by and the heat sizzle the road.


He looks bored.


His jet black hair is on the long side.

Its spiky but flat against his head.

It drips down the sides of his face.

His bangs part in places and reach down to his nose.


But his eyes.

Dark depths.

A bottomless abyss.

From the side, they made me freeze.

Even from the side.

Why.


I've seen then before.

Definitely.

But, where?


An image.

Though my mind like a camera flash.


That photograph.

In my dream.

He was there.

He's in there.

The picture.


That little boy is...

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